Wednesday, January 31, 2007

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When I was little, I loved of tag. My favorite was the Montague ice. I managed to take still poses not possible. I was already too good, so it was important to me highlight ...

But the Montague on the internet ... Fuck off, you c. ... It makes me so makes me think of chain letters that make your house burn or rot your corn crop if you do not send it to 28 people in the next 5 minutes!

Except I'm a good player. I'll give you, secrets. But for me, Montague stop here. No question I put this cut-throat virtual legs someone else, capiche ?

Secret # 1 - Where we discover that Prof. Cursed has its limits in transit

In the subway or bus, I support almost everything: the smells, the proximity (which sometimes borders promiscuity), children screaming, that the old rave, teens who talk boxes, etc.. Except ... Except there's nothing I hate more than to sit at a place called "hot." The previous person did it Pete? Is she possessed by Satan? Is there a problem developed ultra sweat glands? Did she suddenly felt overwhelmed by one of those genes that heats the blood you? In short, I am unable to support. I get up on the spot.

Secret # 2 - Where Prof. Cursed unveils single manic side

In my hall, there is a plate of four switches. The first turns on the light of the stairwell. The second, that of the lobby. The third, that of the library. The fourth that of the office. Once closed, these switches are all pointing downward. It's very unified. Except ... Except that at the bottom of the stairs leading - as you've deduced - the huge palace where I live, there is a switch that, too, the burden of the bulb stairwell. So what happens when he turns up, but they died down? Huh? HEIN? Bingo. There is a switch that is not in harmony with others. Is not it shocking enough to taste it? Well if all four switches are not lowered, I tape the stairs to lift the bottom and goes up to even the top ones. The height of this compulsion? It happens once lying down, getting up to check if ... And if not, well, I descend the stairs pij ', or even naked. Because chu bad guy often I sleep naked.

Secret # 3 - Where we realize that Prof. Cursed is not that false offender

I always dreamed of being a real fucké , someone smashes the Tanks Loved baseball bat that flies worse pickpocketing in supermarkets. Moreover, when some of my French friends call me a little typing, I almost jubilant. But no, really - and you guessed a long time - I have no temperament offender. Except ... Except that when I was in college, I found myself in an elevator and I had a gum in mouth, I always pasted the button on the ground floor. Hooooon! C'pas end it!

Secret # 4 - Where we laugh as humpbacks because Prof. Cursed is not quick-quick

I do not like Tintin. It irritates me: ye too everything. " But I love Tintin and the Lake of Sharks . One of my favorite movies actually. I own the film and soundtrack. I know the songs by heart, it is quite scary! I know every time I explain the synopsis on a napkin restaurant in less than two. Except ... Except that this year, after close to 25 years to see this movie for a statement that borders easily the 250 public performances or private, I finally wrestled Rastapopoulos why the machine was so anxious to make Copies of Professor Tournesol. It is a centerpiece of the plot! No, but! Should you be cellar!

Secret # 5 - Where Prof. Cursed is tender (take advantage of it, it will not often!)

I like music, but I'm not a music lover. I have a good discography, but I do not often weasel. I triple the words and rhythms, rarely both simultaneously. And I always keep for me in my secret garden, jealously, emotions that a particular song vibrates. Except ... Except that when I hear Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper I Braille. I have no events associated with this song, no trauma, failure, loss, nostalgia ... Nothing. Worse when I hear the version of Strictly Ballroom is worse than worst. I'm biting my lip and endure, I am saved.

! BONUS! - Five Secrets bulk of Little Cursed

Little Secret # 1 - I was a kleptomaniac, to make me interesting. My deepest apologies to all students in my classes in elementary school.

Little Secret # 2 - At my school there was a person named Donald. I always thought it was a daughter.

Little Secret # 3 - With my magnifying glass, I burned ants.

Little Secret # 4 - I never really liked going to my paternal grandmother. It's just that when we were at it, I was not alone with my father.

Little Secret # 5 - 3rd year, I was the champion of Mega Stash school. Since I was very young, I had slipped behind a toilet bowl under the tank.

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Poueeeeet!

Good. I'll still be correct, but at least I had a great day. Should we just happen quickly because I'm getting a full bladder. Chu

not alone; y 'Ti-Ti-Cul Coune who will fill his snow pants, it will not take long. Too bad for him! I repeated at least ten times to go to the bathroom before leaving.

I should allow them to make an mp3 player or a book. If not stop screaming soon I feel that I will reduce my ratio. Let's see what that ...

- Ouch! Ti-Pin The Ass! Button at the back door still worse I'll cut your fingers!

This too must be at least 6 times that I repeat. Why always repeat? We should not call "teacher" but "repeating". Coudonc, therefore bin hoop?

- Kess I said, Ti Ass Face Tough? Not-or-od cover-the-fe-ne-very! No, I do not close for you. Thou hast open you shut up. Organize yourself with your disorders!

Pet worse Repet go by bus. Pet Tom ... Oh no! Y astheure sing!

- Quieter back. Singing, yes. Yelling, no! Ti-Ass Face Hard, if the window is not closed in five minutes you spend in it. What? It's too small? Worried now not you pass me!

24 Ti-Butts sang on the bus. One of them strangled, there remained more than 23. Ti-23
Butts niaisèrent with a window. One of them stayed there, there remained more than 22. Ti-22
Butts made it a knot in it. A bladder burst, there remained more than 21.
Ti-21 by Butts ...

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My mental delirium was interrupted by a tap on the brakes so suddenly that Ti-Pet - who was on his knees after I repeated 8452 times to sit - has failed to go through above the front seat and end up in the windshield. I banged my chin on the bench in front of me, my lip slaying of my two pallets. Two students were found lying in the aisle. With this unique capacity of teachers in times of crisis, to manage the unmanageable, I gave the students on foot, checked for sores and reached the front of the bus in a hundredth of a second. I was pissed.

A crazy SUV cut our caravan of school buses in a space just big enough for a Yaris. And yet, regardless of the size of the car, you do not slip between buses packed carefree children. Before reaching Montreal, four other drivers, including two in SUVs have been dangerous approaches. Please reply, damn it! Play with your life, not with those of my students.

There's only me who have the right to harm them, ok?