chuckles, there will always be some thing. Especially if you're going into a career as first lady of France. Here is what was the final blow given to my brain this morning. As is my habit is driving down the eyelids and feet barely touch the ground as I lit my position rests on a general public radio.
After shocking speech by our current majority on the "dismantling of the 35 hours" (jdis me that ... I just resume the term of the President of the UMP, eh, but it seems it's a ball. It actually meant "not questioning the 35-hour just to be relaxed." expected to know how many hours they have hard cram into one hour flexible), I discovered stunned the perky news last of the day: "Here's a laugh, listen and guess who it comes from."
There I panicked: "Gasp, am I serious fluff, already the game of a thousand dollars!". But no. It was simply the playful who wanted to close the news on a lively note. Tralala. Between the page and retrograde political weather, Ladies and Gentlemen, the riddle of the newspaper! "Mouaaaaarf!" (= First run of the chuckle). A response immediately germinated in my brain, throwing himself decidedly on the first stimulus came: "Carla Bruni Mpffff bin is yours." (Like what I'm easy).
"Did you know?" journalist gleefully insists his case. "Listen carefully:" mouaaaaarf! "Well?" Yep ... it's Laughter Carla Bruni, our first lady of France, captured yesterday morning at Rungis by Jean-Pierre Machinchose. A good day tomorrow! "Mouaaaaarf! ""
After shocking speech by our current majority on the "dismantling of the 35 hours" (jdis me that ... I just resume the term of the President of the UMP, eh, but it seems it's a ball. It actually meant "not questioning the 35-hour just to be relaxed." expected to know how many hours they have hard cram into one hour flexible), I discovered stunned the perky news last of the day: "Here's a laugh, listen and guess who it comes from."
There I panicked: "Gasp, am I serious fluff, already the game of a thousand dollars!". But no. It was simply the playful who wanted to close the news on a lively note. Tralala. Between the page and retrograde political weather, Ladies and Gentlemen, the riddle of the newspaper! "Mouaaaaarf!" (= First run of the chuckle). A response immediately germinated in my brain, throwing himself decidedly on the first stimulus came: "Carla Bruni Mpffff bin is yours." (Like what I'm easy).
"Did you know?" journalist gleefully insists his case. "Listen carefully:" mouaaaaarf! "Well?" Yep ... it's Laughter Carla Bruni, our first lady of France, captured yesterday morning at Rungis by Jean-Pierre Machinchose. A good day tomorrow! "Mouaaaaarf! ""
Well I say stop there. Besides the fact that it hits severe, the giggling to Carla, I find it a tad inflated that we present this record as if it had just dug up a roll of the Dead Sea.
I know, the fact is not new. Information is the play more and more people parent and thus a false provocation to make us forget what could be a really outspoken critic. But the presenter, obviously amazed, uttered the phrase "first lady of France" as if she was chewing carefully with the oyster produce the pearl hearing it would give us to hear. Let's hear it thinking. "Wonderful, this Carla, decidedly." See how she laughs. How fresh, how sensuality in the wobbly! This little thrill throat is absolutely irresistible. It was Nicolas who is fun ... "
Because I think the bottom of this box is poilade in there. Everything is in what is intended to suggest that the net capture voice giving way to a moment of joy. Being unable to exhibit the technical legs of our first lady and probably regretting not being able to go until we dig up an orgasm in her digitized radio this morning found a way to provide neurons early risers short-circuiting onanism allowing them to sleep too dry, the smile. So, happy?
You just read an old post appeared on my other blog .
I know, the fact is not new. Information is the play more and more people parent and thus a false provocation to make us forget what could be a really outspoken critic. But the presenter, obviously amazed, uttered the phrase "first lady of France" as if she was chewing carefully with the oyster produce the pearl hearing it would give us to hear. Let's hear it thinking. "Wonderful, this Carla, decidedly." See how she laughs. How fresh, how sensuality in the wobbly! This little thrill throat is absolutely irresistible. It was Nicolas who is fun ... "
Because I think the bottom of this box is poilade in there. Everything is in what is intended to suggest that the net capture voice giving way to a moment of joy. Being unable to exhibit the technical legs of our first lady and probably regretting not being able to go until we dig up an orgasm in her digitized radio this morning found a way to provide neurons early risers short-circuiting onanism allowing them to sleep too dry, the smile. So, happy?
You just read an old post appeared on my other blog .
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