the rabbit will win 
Here begins a new section could be described as excitations counter. classic. as the first of which addresses some of the writing of empaffé charlie-hebdo so I decided to pay tribute to paraphrase a title of one of their forums, signed by Charb, and says the same thing but not with ciego but Charbit. course. everyone had followed. so here goes.
Charlie Hebdo is a prescription.
it as well because I can buy it. and read it.
a libertarian reflex? Hmm.
a hint of transgression? frankly long ago that the balls do not end as tragically more than before, as in Colombey Crampette la Moler.
a taste for provocation? hey, I have over fifteen years. and then even my grandmother has not already read it in stride. O tempora, O mores.
not, because I like to find this somewhat iconoclastic zef and straightforward that sneaks when you mentioned the movie (jb Thoret), literature (Polac), the chronicle of manners (philippe sandeel Sattouf Ryad). or the pleasure of genius sometimes willem, laughter erupting often in reading the brief or blankets for which they have escaped. and then the humor packed in the wrong faith itself filled with total disrespect and coated with a layer of boundless love of jazz (and of the song for that matter) of this Sine bell ...
but long ago that perorations val, pen faded from Cavanna or trickery Uncle Bernard (he has a twin who mumble a catechism about social democrat on some tv channel (what you say? is the same? incredible!) does give me more eager to share anything with them either.
but what is good in this journal is that we still feel that everyone brings a carved stone in his own way to the building. what makes rickety. the day will feel like a gondola tomato red and uniformly sized supermarket, then I will ask myself the question of two euros in my Wednesday morning. for now, not too many regrets.
but why all this tobacco ciego, around this newspaper?
bin because there are only charlie luce rabbit fleas. doe with his mannerisms rather. it is nice luce. one who holds the section of cronyism. if she takes care of her cats that I know a great many. but its function is primarily luce to be the custodian of the flame anti-bullfighting that must motivate every employee of Charlie-Hebdo.
's girlfriend once she is with the crack heads and flac. renaud with too. the singer engaged. ah! renaud! done everything in his belly: apartheid (via Johnny Clegg), Coluche, thatcher, September 11, the Basques, the somport, September 11, doc gyneco ... (If, if I can find the eulogies he forged sarkophile encysted bulb). and then the bullfight. to every concert there is a booth to sign petitions against him. you could not miss last seen he was right in front of him for the support committee ingrid, I do not have. well done!
therefore, luce pond this morning a sentence:
"To my pal the singer
You won for Ingrid,
you will win for the bulls."
ben what! z'avez not seen with a mustache Colombian Séchan a day, a beret another Venezuelan, a machete and a machete in the jungle by it, flying a helicopter by that? going, an effort ... yes, that's it. yeah, Ingrid free, it's him.
and it is not finished, so.
tantantan! bulls now!
question: how will we stop the guy who won for Ingrid, us mere fans and vile? save he magnanimously part of the good people who bullfighting aa petitioned mounted committees, walked the streets, crying while watching TV in favor of the new face of media?
perhaps. quasicon but a disciple of Victor Hugo, the commissioner mill, Derrida and Madame de Fontenay has a sense of humanism that none of the barbarians who can not climb the arena suspect. how could we, whose readings would only French fighter and mein kampf (when we can read, of course)?
by cons, I prepared my suitcase because I signed nothing personal.
for betancourt, that is.
for the rest, see this side
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another question, a corollary of the preceding or will simply there to make a crappy song to win three more picaillons?
good on this I leave you, I have a stew with mustard conil that awaits me.
not greet the ciego pas, il soôort.
