Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Najlepsze Darmowe Serwery Bez Reklam

UNIVERSITY BICYCLE

Today, dear hormones, I will speak of this center of English culture and tradition, no, not the brothel, is the UNIVERSITY.

You get to college thinking they will learn about life, going to a place where knowledge is paramount, where the student is exquisite treatment where .... jajejijaje, wait, wait, I can not continue without Descojonado. The first year of college I learned 3 important things:

1 ª - A game of mus : Great source of social and cultural integration. And if we dress up with a beer or in the canteen and is the host.

2 ª - Where are the best parties.

3 rd - that everyone goes to you like shit.

The first point is very good to meet colleagues, especially peas, which are smoked classes, years later I discovered that to pass from the beginning I had to be coupled with those who went to a site, What was his name?, oh yeah Library!.

The second point is known Bueno pa aunts, and uncles there each with their sexed bodies, this also makes you approve but I passed the college years more "relajaos." This changes the day that you wear wedding, this will close the point 1 and the second narrows.

The most important is the third point. You get the first day with his eyes lit up like a rabbit dazzled by headlights of an SUV, you approach "information" that irony, and comment hello is my first day and not know my class, " Secretary of the day, in my case, look at you with disgust and says "to get clear in the bulletin board" while thinking "chicken shit you'll see in hazing."
You go to the board and you only see ads "He shares an apartment on campus. The Black Mass held Saturday at the sacrifice of virgins. To be able to be a virgin, we are few" or "Buy Ford Fiesta white, tuned rear spoiler 2.5 meters tangerine, spoiler pearl white with purple highlights, alloy wheels with Tungsten Adamantium Hulk green , solar and lunar soil roof, engine valves 125 W and intercalated H 1000 cc. Driving License is required flights and handle radioactive substances to their driving. Gift: TDK tape of Chichos .

After 1 hour looking ná not see your classes and go back to the information "sorry (so far for you to treat them over to you, then some teachers treat them motherfuckers), but the board does not put any ads only class ", " clear "the cautious response " that is the message board, you're looking for the one on the around the corner behind a wheeled fire extinguisher cover it completely, it is crystal clear. "

2 hours later when you arrive class, but no longer ilusionao asustao enter search site running. Sign duty teachers and drop a speech that neither understands nor God, ending with the phrase "my tutoring schedule is every Wednesday from 16:55 to 16:56, but I usually at this time necontraréis unless the constellation Virgo is in the house of Taurus botelleo pa do. If you have any questions ask me to email quoted profesorcachondo@noestoy.com 3 months advance with a letter signed by the postman Bollafona Mount. "
There definitely
you realize that happen to you up the ass, if you want to know something or questions to the veterans or you get a book. I imagine the conversation that gives the Ministry of Education teachers and janitors before starting the course:

"In these months of training we have prepared to create all kinds of suffering to the students, to be tortured until his will turn them into walking zombies, to overcome their reason and burn your understanding. Have no mercy as he granted it will be no mercy, have no regrets because no official has them!, No quebréis you to tears, Do not hesitate an beg you no, do not frenéis to see blood!, cry out with me!: Muerteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ".

In subsequent years will learn many techniques of physical and mental survival, camouflage techniques, escape techniques, of which I discuss in future posts.

A hug tod @ s and until we read.

Signed .: Black-poisoned.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Safe Period For Intercorse



Dear cartilage, if hard was the loss of my longed Derbi, no less traumatic was the death of my bike .

ran, and pardon the expression, the year 92. I was in the final year of school. One afternoon language class we get our hated teacher, Beelzebub waiting with open claws, and tells us (thought so on) small rats and vermin (off thought so), this afternoon we will make a exercise, try to do an essay or a drawing motto "From drug anything, I have many things to do" ". After several seconds, choosing from touching the ball or go do something I decided to do an essay.

There are two things that few people can beat me : One in imagination and the other to cut off nails cojonera flies using a lawn mower.

Two days later I learned that writing was for a contest and it was up to regional level. The second surprise was that I won . And the third that gave me a crappy bike. How wrong I was to think that the gift of second oiler, was better than mine.

I still remember my father's face: "Dad I have to say algoowefjffvberb" my mother "Mariano loose the kid's neck seems that is not bad" , "I won a regional writing contest" .


was awesome to see my father do analysis of the note of the competition, seemed the Grisom: X-ray diffraction, carbon-14, elecrtoforésis hair ...

On the subject of writing I know it was cheating, I had an advantage, it's like Superman participate test in the Olympic weightlifting, or as if Farruquito participate in a test of Formula 1 .


What a great day when I got my Orbea , especially for my father "from here how you're not going to bike home !, do you think we can really get the 4 and the bike in the 127 seat ?, do not make me choose between you and the bike huh? " .





Well if we go to spend the day at the beach the 4 with fridge, table, saddle, parasol, Tupperware, creams, towels and pa Ropice a bike could change us into ... and came.

And thankfully, those increases to Fuensanta and Lost Valley to the road singing with Pelops in our mountain bikes. Less happy was when a bus passes you and due to air currents we moved more into the bike that a pea in the mouth of an old man. Or the time I broke the rear brake cable down the Lost Valley 60 km / h, I "I heard this click, I hope it is my meniscus and not the rear brake cable to break because if I'm not going to finish top in the bar that is on the curve" . Because of my nerves, my pulse with the front brake and a network of firefighters could stop without dying. Well

appreciated hearing a hug tod @ s and until we read.

Signed .: Black-poisoned.