What a shit day out today. Not because it's cloudy, then a cold from hell and is about to drop a good, finally after all that type of climate attracts me more than a foul and scorching Caribbean sun. But somehow, I think I'm something intemperate, will Chuza I grabbed yesterday at lunchtime and I could not let go until well into the night. Total for what to see in this country shit, better go all day drunk, as the tramp of my favorite bank. Also clear that the guy has his reasons, had a life before and now, thanks to psoístas Zetahijodemalamadre and horny fucking bastards who enjoy the lives of people to that extent, it is not just a miserable pauper whose only possession is the carton of wine every day casca. I'll stretch a bit, I I've given up wanting to reflect and that, in this strange nation of idiots that we are, I think it is not good. Let's see if I'm going to get in the bag just by thinking. Almost mackerel'd better, or I'll shoot. few days ago the world celebrated my arrival, a curious anniversary, as indeed you have a birthday will have less and less interest. Damn, nobody likes to see how you get old, but yes, I know that many others I have quite an advantage, but not consolation. The truth is that the first thing that came to mind is to think (again, I'm thinking too much) on how well you must live in those years when my eyes saw the world for the first time. No, I have no fucking idea, but I have references for what I've heard or what you may have read or manipulated feathers involved. But the fact is certain that life was better, for one simple reason, namely that the idiot and the lunatic abnormal Zetaparo our destination was not in force at the time. Just for that, that long and last time and had to be much better than today. And surely even the English of at that time were far more intelligent than today, because overcoming this deep stupidity starved guys who still follow the fucking PSOE voting is really complicated.
Zetamierdoso Let's talk, as we entered the field. Even I had to see this son of a bitch very great, yet again appear on the small screen. I thought we had decided to hide behind the skirts of Rugalcabrón dad forever, but it seems that Santa still has the bravado of going out there to say the usual bullshit ever. The recovery has begun, this is your new identity. Well, as well as new ... The has been saying from the moment they began to recognize that Spain had gone to hell. And the worst is not recovered here nor fifth asthmatic grandfather right. We are sunk fed up with ever more unemployed, more misery, more hunger, more nazisociata shit everywhere, and this son of a bitch again we talk about recovery. To recover from the shock bitches who have given birth should produce such a monstrosity, which certainly still has not repented enough of it. I shit on your holy picture, Zetamierdoso the balls, tie a stone around his neck and throw yourself into the depths of the bay of Cadiz. Sorry, Cadiz, and I know that just pollute the water, but hell, somewhere we have to disappear.
One topic of conversation today is the politicization handling and management of the Goya Awards disgusting to the positions warbler. Progretas shit, finally. The truth is that neither saw such a despicable event or give a shit. What do the Friends fuck the lives of ordinary people repantinfla me very much. Yes, I know you are laughing at us and steal our money to do all that shit, but we deserved us not all go en masse to the streets and start burning and stone headquarters of the PSOE supporters so fatal to the party or whatever. Miserable bastards, they and the whole herd of abnormal and subnormal to follow today votándoles and supportive. Supporting a sovereign sons of bitches who laugh and close bars restaurants on behalf of his lunatic repressive cross the street while sending hundreds of thousands of workers because they feel nice, modern, fun and progressive. More progress seems to me, impaling me all fucking disgusting nazisociatas, and any day now, as I continue to heat in such a way, I'll start doing. Damn, and I missed the cold, I'm going to crack some wine to see if I get in line. Good morning.
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