response to the challenge. THE CHALLENGE
CHALLENGE COMES!
"The valet as you expected, because I meet the challenge following a conversation with Fabrinat this will be a mere formality.
So I'll meet you on the Mont-Cassel at midnight as Master Larry, after long meditation in a holy place, clean and told me that Stargate was in the grotto of St. Maroille. This will allow us to cross a large part of our journey to visit us the peak of the Himalayas.
As you know after traveling the world to find a solution
help me, despite the various incentives and training from Master Larry and Fabrinat is there that we find the fullness of the solution and reasoning.
I met Pica, the ringleader Atyla whose reputation is more to do with his fellow chief Fanny and using camps Mich who know what they speak.
According to them, we need closer Nountch which according Guayver Mac would have the code to activate the Stargate.
I forgot to tell you, takes only the bare essentials because from Mac to clear the Stargate it will be in the nude, in disgrace, with the hindquarters elevated and apricot tight.
So not worth cumbered with your vanity and your cart that hooks you behind your bike to go hunting for mushrooms. According to Pica
the ringleader Atyla whose reputation is going to take us Nountch given a code of 7 rafters it will operate with caution because if a mistake in this or that flatulence through the Stargate, according to Chief Pica we would be lost in the maze of hell (even fear). So
atop the Himalayas a man waiting for us and it Daivid that according to a Marine veteran who taught him survival techniques at sea by hanging at the top of one of 7 masts of his yacht and has survived but sounami that is another story.
So there, after 3 H 7 min 2 years 369 days and theoretically, we should be free of nicotine.
But some people maldisantes insinuates that, following a minor weakness of health from you, it could jeopardize the challenge.
According Pica Atyla the network leader whose reputation is second to none, so the challenge is not raised
and According to the head chef Nath, your motorcycle exhibit coming into my room.
This will be a pleasure !!!!!!!!!! The head chef
Nath has already planned to repaint the kitchen color, add hooks to put its planters and grow beautiful daisies.
So see you tonight on Mont Cassel.
Finally I hope for you, if not tears, will cast on your fat cheeks !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!
All my distinguished nicotine.
KISSES.
TONTON FRANCK
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Petite Marie
Remembrance of a beautiful person left to join the stars.
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Memory of a beautiful person left to join the stars .
Petite Marie by Ukeattitude
Remembrance of a beautiful person left to join the stars.
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Memory of a beautiful person left to join the stars .
Petite Marie by Ukeattitude
Friday, December 17, 2010
What Can You Use As Rizzlas
White Coat: Manderley
30 cm. It was expected. No surprise this morning upon waking. One fear: fetch the boy from his internship. Mild left ... with chains.
Manderley, you have snow, that's for sure :-)
30 cm. It was expected. No surprise this morning upon waking. One fear: fetch the boy from his internship. Mild left ... with chains.
Manderley, you have snow, that's for sure :-)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Dizzy After Treadmill Running
special Christmas magic
I busy myself on my little blog but I play elves Christmas my 10 magic fingers ...
And I make snacks for Christmas with the 6th Segpa ...
And I take a lot of fun with "my" ENAF (students newly arrived in France) and the sentence too. For those who refuse to say a word of French, his mother being subjected to OQTF , we all think he has legitimate fears ... The penalty for K. which is absent, and will remain so for long because it is "back in Bulgaria" ... And J. who, the day after his 16 years went back "to finish his studies" in Turkey (mild euphemism for "A Wedding "...) these children who have just set foot in our country, with hopes that all major we can imagine ... With the heartbreak of leaving what was their life ... With that momentum and fierce desire to learn our language, the application I see them every day, these dazzling progress they are wanting to integrate here. Appeased? No. To be, should they arise / posassent (yes, one or the other, choose whatever you want), serenely. And that they are not always allowed.
And I think the young teenager of 14 who returned to France after 7 years of absence, January 78, "political refugee", even though she was born here. But the pain of leaving everything that had made his life for 7 years, friends, daily, first love, uncles, aunts and cousins, father, too, when she came back even known culture. The advantage of dual nationality ... Today, this return would be administratively more difficult than it was at the time.
So I'm angry. All the time. And often sad. To them.
I remind my son every day how lucky they are to be born at the right place at the right time. In "good family" (I understand ... you too ... no bigotry or racism on my part .. it's just that my son has a skin color "neutral" and a surname below to awaken suspicions ... the reality of things is what it is, although it is far from our ideal staff)
E I still wish a Happy New Year to my ENAF, hoping to find them every 8 to the return ...
I busy myself on my little blog but I play elves Christmas my 10 magic fingers ...
And I make snacks for Christmas with the 6th Segpa ...
And I take a lot of fun with "my" ENAF (students newly arrived in France) and the sentence too. For those who refuse to say a word of French, his mother being subjected to OQTF , we all think he has legitimate fears ... The penalty for K. which is absent, and will remain so for long because it is "back in Bulgaria" ... And J. who, the day after his 16 years went back "to finish his studies" in Turkey (mild euphemism for "A Wedding "...) these children who have just set foot in our country, with hopes that all major we can imagine ... With the heartbreak of leaving what was their life ... With that momentum and fierce desire to learn our language, the application I see them every day, these dazzling progress they are wanting to integrate here. Appeased? No. To be, should they arise / posassent (yes, one or the other, choose whatever you want), serenely. And that they are not always allowed.
And I think the young teenager of 14 who returned to France after 7 years of absence, January 78, "political refugee", even though she was born here. But the pain of leaving everything that had made his life for 7 years, friends, daily, first love, uncles, aunts and cousins, father, too, when she came back even known culture. The advantage of dual nationality ... Today, this return would be administratively more difficult than it was at the time.
So I'm angry. All the time. And often sad. To them.
I remind my son every day how lucky they are to be born at the right place at the right time. In "good family" (I understand ... you too ... no bigotry or racism on my part .. it's just that my son has a skin color "neutral" and a surname below to awaken suspicions ... the reality of things is what it is, although it is far from our ideal staff)
E I still wish a Happy New Year to my ENAF, hoping to find them every 8 to the return ...
Friday, December 3, 2010
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Tombeuh, tombeuh the neigeuhhhh ...
November is the season for snow tires. If you say, not even a single year, that not this time you're going to play double or quits and move back as much as possible when fitting the soft tires, because things are going well, what, you are not yet officially winter anyway ... Well believe me, this game will amuse you once. It was a time when you put more than 2 hours to do 20km and where you almost shit your car under the snow plow came across ... that's it, remember?
this year so it is with an indescribable joy that I saw the flakes falling on Tuesday night. Muffled sounds from outside, white light that pervades the house through the skylight above the bay window of the lounge ... Caulked Wednesday. It was like a Wednesday Sunday: stuck, nothing else to do than watch the snowflakes whirling by knitting mittens. Lézados took their snowboards, snow shovels to sculpt and bumps are mounted in the field above the house, while the Grenouillette and Zebulon literally wallowing in the garden. The cats looked at me with a supplicating air "do something do something!" Asked to leave to better stay on the doorstep. Finally, in desperation, become wedged in by the yellow chair in front of the garden yews milled. One Wednesday a Sunday. Buns home, hot chocolate. Number 2 and jammed his internship Lyceum "Come find me not being there! To send a final text message from an unknown number "is Number2. Lost my phone in the snow should buy one for myself this weekend." And there you chuckling. Yellow. But you chuckling.
And anyway, the next day, think about going to work a bit anyway ... Here we go. It slips a little. We look at the snow drifts, the road étroitisée the unknown landscape. The college almost deserted. There is at least as happy to be able to cool its boots lined Pocahontas (Pocahontas boots ... not ...) that Grenouillette to its famous snow boots ROSES!
And on Friday, has barely they say it will take to recover the boarding Number2 that re-re-guh-tombeuh the nei ... And there, staff room, one console bakes papillottes Revillon by asking the offstage "Kicek-a-pellaneige to clear the cars just now? A text known. "It Number2. The school closes it is released I go with the father of a friend." Still wonder how you will access the parking lot of the nanny to retrieve the frog once my car parking clear of the college, set in the drift of snow plows the town hall (not too thank you guys in the orange vest ... )
FD was live from his college ... which is not secured or can cleanse his car in 2 hours, or be able to recover his frog ... and wonders, with a dozen of his colleagues, they will not spend the weekend locked in with the college students (aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!)
You will not come tonight
me cry But my despair falls
snow ride
Emotionless ...
To you studio ...
PS: no pictures because my phone is only phone but trust me on parole, 60 cm Snow is very beautiful!
I want to go home!
Edit. 18h. Ay, back! Finally, it slows down too badly, snow tires, it is not very well in the turns, for cons, I think ...! Now the sky is pouring everything he willing, I will not emerge until Monday!
November is the season for snow tires. If you say, not even a single year, that not this time you're going to play double or quits and move back as much as possible when fitting the soft tires, because things are going well, what, you are not yet officially winter anyway ... Well believe me, this game will amuse you once. It was a time when you put more than 2 hours to do 20km and where you almost shit your car under the snow plow came across ... that's it, remember?
this year so it is with an indescribable joy that I saw the flakes falling on Tuesday night. Muffled sounds from outside, white light that pervades the house through the skylight above the bay window of the lounge ... Caulked Wednesday. It was like a Wednesday Sunday: stuck, nothing else to do than watch the snowflakes whirling by knitting mittens. Lézados took their snowboards, snow shovels to sculpt and bumps are mounted in the field above the house, while the Grenouillette and Zebulon literally wallowing in the garden. The cats looked at me with a supplicating air "do something do something!" Asked to leave to better stay on the doorstep. Finally, in desperation, become wedged in by the yellow chair in front of the garden yews milled. One Wednesday a Sunday. Buns home, hot chocolate. Number 2 and jammed his internship Lyceum "Come find me not being there! To send a final text message from an unknown number "is Number2. Lost my phone in the snow should buy one for myself this weekend." And there you chuckling. Yellow. But you chuckling.
And anyway, the next day, think about going to work a bit anyway ... Here we go. It slips a little. We look at the snow drifts, the road étroitisée the unknown landscape. The college almost deserted. There is at least as happy to be able to cool its boots lined Pocahontas (Pocahontas boots ... not ...) that Grenouillette to its famous snow boots ROSES!
And on Friday, has barely they say it will take to recover the boarding Number2 that re-re-guh-tombeuh the nei ... And there, staff room, one console bakes papillottes Revillon by asking the offstage "Kicek-a-pellaneige to clear the cars just now? A text known. "It Number2. The school closes it is released I go with the father of a friend." Still wonder how you will access the parking lot of the nanny to retrieve the frog once my car parking clear of the college, set in the drift of snow plows the town hall (not too thank you guys in the orange vest ... )
FD was live from his college ... which is not secured or can cleanse his car in 2 hours, or be able to recover his frog ... and wonders, with a dozen of his colleagues, they will not spend the weekend locked in with the college students (aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!)
You will not come tonight
me cry But my despair falls
snow ride
Emotionless ...
To you studio ...
PS: no pictures because my phone is only phone but trust me on parole, 60 cm Snow is very beautiful!
I want to go home!
Edit. 18h. Ay, back! Finally, it slows down too badly, snow tires, it is not very well in the turns, for cons, I think ...! Now the sky is pouring everything he willing, I will not emerge until Monday!
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