H o I've had the last review of the first semester. Instead of going down to Barcelona by train I decided to take the bus, which stops close to home. I decided to change because the agenda of the review was very long and needed some time to review something, and the coach is perfect for reading without distraction. Yes, I know you will think that train has traditionally been the most appropriate transport for delivery to reading. I also thought before to travel twice a week these past four months. Ah, but things have changed. Go if you have done! It has not been a single day during these months, I insist: not a single day, which does not appear from under the seat, suddenly, the trio Los Panchos bawling with a pair of claws handed rancheras as a guitar hurt and whiny. I repeat: every day I have lost, not one or two, everyone. Either on the outward or return, appeared to god knows where, and before that I had time to throw to the tracks and had set up a scenario that laugh you take a tour of Madonna or U2. Seriously, the outward and return journeys. And if not were Los Panchos Bonnie Tyler appeared to be a house, tall and blond, looking Polish or Romanian or Russian, that in case the same. And to wonder Aunt staff sang to the English copla Isabel Pantoja, but Nazi officer accent such that for the same price speaks and spits you. If it was not unfortunately what little story (which, as they say in the movies, is based on real events, little word of the baby Jesus), once the party was in addition to a native musician; yes, ja m'enteneu, dels fa country that, wearing long dreadlocks and suputamadre , stinking and stinking to hell. The bitch that bore him, smelling more that fucking ugly dog \u200b\u200bfrom that company. Well, this, the nostre, the native, was devoted to hit small jumps and turn in on itself as a flute snorted emitting a sound identical to a bad fart Tirao , or lying half. One of them farts, I understand, that promises the apocalypse, then it is hardly the gentle flutter of a butterfly languid.
understand that the musical profession brings together a unanimous sympathy from the staff. It is a discipline that sometimes can be very thankless (though one should not dramatize what was more fucked up the cleaner of the Twin Towers on 11-S), and is ungrateful because not all the world has ears to enjoy it or sensitivity to appreciate it. In addition, those who decide they do pursue it almost altruistically, to provide pleasure to us, from weather calamities, just around any corner, while they give us a moment of pleasure FIMER touching that subject with which we lost virginity or we cling to the teat of that neighbor. Jodamos But one thing is these musicians, and quite another terrorist gang of staff who every day take hostage the passengers on the train.
understand that the musical profession brings together a unanimous sympathy from the staff. It is a discipline that sometimes can be very thankless (though one should not dramatize what was more fucked up the cleaner of the Twin Towers on 11-S), and is ungrateful because not all the world has ears to enjoy it or sensitivity to appreciate it. In addition, those who decide they do pursue it almost altruistically, to provide pleasure to us, from weather calamities, just around any corner, while they give us a moment of pleasure FIMER touching that subject with which we lost virginity or we cling to the teat of that neighbor. Jodamos But one thing is these musicians, and quite another terrorist gang of staff who every day take hostage the passengers on the train.
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