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There is no smoke without fire.

There is no smoke without fire. Yes, thank you, I saw that I repeated. But because it's important what I said. It is not just a title. It helps me to bounce back with wit and funny and flavored (we do not say it, a spirit flavored? Ah. But I decided to write a little rhyme, assonnaces many and varied "ai" .. . Oh, no. Okay, so I withdraw, I release the flavored. I'm sorry as a bonus. Sorry).

short time.
Ok, quick. What I was saying. Oh yeah ...

There is no smoke without fire.
False.
Yeah, that's wrong. The truism, thank you.
Wrong.
FALSE
Since I threw lighters and smokes out the window breaks, it all started. The forest burns
I said. It is now, there is.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is proven, there is smoke without a lighter.

But we also need this ...

I must always be ahead of the trend. And the trend is to be healthy. Yeah, man.

30 minutes of walking per day and 10 different fruits and vegetables. Yes DIFFERENT , and more.
1 orange and 1 clementine that, it does not count. Nope! 1 artichoke, cherries and endive to breakfast. is better. Much better. It is fine. Green and orange, red and yellow, mix me that, or you will die in infamy!

A healthy mind in a healthy body I tell you. Estrip a roll in a lot tin. Yeah man!

The rosy cheeks, white teeth and clothes smelling of fabric softener. And hair that scent the wind. I feel clean. I like to holiness. Ladies and gentlemen, I am the epitome of wholesomeness. I am the new century. Americanism bombastic. I mastered my cholesterol, insurance worship me. I eliminated the Malus of my life forever. I am a sportsman. I sleep 9 hours per night. I am an example. I am immortal. I am a significant saving to society. I close the hole in Social Security, my ladies and gentlemen.

I'm missing the new part that it's missing nothing. My mood tickets will be soft and you will not feel anything anymore.

I banned burger and colorful candies, I brush my teeth 16 times a day and avoiding the sun in summer.

I'm perfect. Nobody recognizes me in the evening. I am an ascetic, silent, I forgot to alcohol and parties.

I as good as gold. Even

flu to avoid me.

I'm sad. A
cry.
Cigarettes I miss.
A scream.

There are people who crack stopping smoking?

It's bad for the nerves to quit the neighborhood?

me feel bad.

is normal doctor?
Hey, Doc '?
Hey!!
Nobody answers. Ben
thank you, okay!

Broken Blood Vessels All Over Body

Iphone Explosion.

I'm bitter as an old wrinkled green apple. I'm bitter as an old vinegar forgotten once started. I'm bitter as an old pickle acid and soft floating in a jar without reason empty, deserted by all ministries onions. I'm bitter as a vegetable mold left corner on a dirty sink. I'm bitter as a salad dressing missed. I'm bitter as a beef curry too spicy. I'm bitter as a stomach after a Mexican dish rifle. I'm bitter like a driver without points. I like my neighbors soured on weeknights when I do the party at my house. I'm bitter as a vegetarian cannibal.

I soured to the point that I listen to the latest album Mark Schultz to calm me.

I listen his latest title, "I dream of your ass," which I had built an immense hope, and I come out sorry. The rhymes are poor, I love his voice sighs like an old chimney that smoked too many gypsies. It missed, bad idea. Not

decidedly nothing today, absolutely nothing, tear me a smile.

Or perhaps so. There is the history of Mamadou Traore, "The unarmed Killer" that will tell Jean Luc Hondelatte in "Bring in the accused" my favorite show.

Ah yes, yes, this mediocrity morbid comforts me a little I must admit.

The idea that your iphone t'explosera perhaps one day to the mouth, that, that comforts me a little too.

is even better.

But yes, it's true!

...

Finally life is beautiful when you're happy