Boozers

It costs. The uncle was taking a Kurd of fourteen.

And no, It is Delegated modélico neither of the Pp nor vowel of the Parliamentary Commission of Road Safety. (What is poetry?: and do you ask me about it?, Poetry … it is you who are)

It costs that it was a carnival and that it was Cadiz. And that to drive doing eses for the median fucking the arizónicas is a clear inebriation symptom.

It costs that it was going out buzzing trying to avoid the fine and that when they were taking him to the police station to blow of the clear thing was becoming slightly violent for he was fucked the holiday.

But hence to impute to the cashondo boozer apology of the terrorism for being disguised “of ETA member” seems a little excessive to me.

Is it this to what Patxi López was recounting with that thing about Tolerance Zero?.

I fuck as the courtyard is.