not hard, not really. Carry things heard and seen things (changing a few words here and there, for education):
A drunk is not what you can park your car in the place reserved for the handicapped: the loop calling fighters - an envious, a rompicallo, one who can not get your calluses even when it's convenient.
What has he? And then, of places for the handicapped, there are too many: if a disabled person is a true, if he stays at home - or not? If you love it enough to go around, so then it is not handicapped ... and anyway, they say they are the same as everyone else, and then the place for them they want to, but ...
One drunk is not the one who parked in the place reserved for residents, entering the pedestrian zone in reverse to avoid the cameras: the resident who has run 40 minutes to find another place, and you can make a comment callus, with his face looks like the drunk that his mule, and you may also like to call the cops, drunk ... the burning car, piece of slime!
And then, one that is managed to buy the X3 or the sacrosanct right to Qasqai has put it where they like corn, right? If not, what if I buy it to do? It must give way to the Panda weakened by a drunk? Just because the coupon which has the green slime on the windshield? But if you put in the mule, the green coupon! Drunk!
A drunk is one who believes holy and pure, and breaks callus verbally and in writing to the person who starts something in my pocket here and there, in public administration or so - and that be? It 's just because he can not, that's all: it's just envy. Motte him that to him? What interferes?
adherent to the rules, the drunk: slime people, to split the mule with a jackhammer. E 'g institution that hates the drunk: people who break the corn because it is jealous. That's all. Their rules, which take much, only serve to make life impossible for others - those who live the life: those who have the courage to live without being intimidated, and they do, rightly, the corn it wants.
are justice-well, the drunk, a guy who punches a Romanian rompicallo trout, they want him in jail. Pieces of slime, I do not understand that it is a good boy! Now, it is cracked, the trout, if he goes to jail, she resurrected? He did not kill her, has just punched, and even stronger, and she deserved to two because he had caused. That was it: he has nothing to do!
Two Italie: clearly divided. It remains to understand what are the proportions between the two.
It makes you think that drunks are now little more than four cats.
bad for them. Or not?
(Let me be clear, for the avoidance of doubt: it's not a question of right or left - they are drunk, not stupid: I see my neighbors and my dissimilar anywhere. Right of E I do not care and left absolutely nothing: it is a civilization that I fail - the very idea of \u200b\u200bits possible existence, in fact: even the possibility to believe that, at one time, could, at least in part, to exist here and there ...)
(Let me be clear, for the avoidance of doubt: it's not a question of right or left - they are drunk, not stupid: I see my neighbors and my dissimilar anywhere. Right of E I do not care and left absolutely nothing: it is a civilization that I fail - the very idea of \u200b\u200bits possible existence, in fact: even the possibility to believe that, at one time, could, at least in part, to exist here and there ...)
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