Yugioh Burn Deck 2009

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Thanks to the wonders of Facebook I saw an old legend, my glorious past as a child lover Chile in the old school and the town where I was filled with dirt and lice at first. It turns out that everyone sees my pictures of asshole and said "how beautiful the child" and one is a saint hueón assuming that time is not spent in vain and that cute boy is now a poor hueas bag. That was already part of a routine that ended up getting used. My compadre Hecatom, which is something my friend always told me I had pasta lover, the girls of the neighborhood they believed "innocent" that I could be a man of stem and stuff, but never believe the story finished .

Now I do not think so, but at least I'm hesitating. Several former classmates of children have told me, Facebook through, when they were students basic dedicated her put up with me and so, in silence, my most retarded nonsense. Endured without complaint I clean the teeth in their vests, they stick to the cast kicked or shitting on my side because I kept the slit. This is why we put up with my constant pride, sharp and stabbing my statements many times, my inability to offer excuses, my ongoing intention to dominate humanity.

was, of course, a cute child. The photos prove it. Moreover, it was good for the ball and ran very fast, two vital aspects in childhood. "I liked your face, "confessed one of the girls then, now and married women. Others close to the opposite sex have been kind enough to say that I have still "manly beauty," "special attraction" and things of that caliber that make you start believing in little God and his magical powers. Other experiments, however, could sink. Like, for example, when the mother of a former classmate of basic saw me on Facebook and said "bitch is shit." In such cases self-esteem tends to sink. Or when a college roommate found me in the street and looked at me half an hour before saying "you changed, did not recognize you." So much it costs them tell me I'm fat and skin, the fuck?

Finally, in these swings about my image, these last few days have been fractious. Not only because I live with the memory of cute and beautiful child that someday, before my teens, I became. Now I hold also have always thought that I am a big pelao unbearable, subject to the above discussions with former colleagues through Facebook could have thrown to the ground. Them over the years have lost all shame and dare to confess to tickle children decades ago felt for this poor devil. With those beautiful days confessions obtained cheer and believe me I'm not a toothless lion and, with infinite wisdom, a colleague was defined to say that he was removed from the tracks. I look from the gallery, said that once. I will continue looking and think about that mythical past where I was bullied by girls at school and some neighborhood girls today are women away.

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A gladiator delicate decadent

I had the great privilege of having started mixed martial arts education under sensei Cristian Martinez for a bit over two years, which certainly could not be as constant is needed, but who gave me the basis for overcoming today the state of the Mapocho hanta rat, and under the instruction of Paul Max senpai emerge today as a fighter with various possibilities in the areas of fighting and feet in mouth.

After this fine introduction to tell you step by train this case, most fellow Culiao think that one is as indestructible steel. To say that a while ago it was common for taxi to go to work and listen to Non-Windows way to Brazil or the Bella weas like "Ahhh, but do not worry goats, what will happen to us if we are to Tita, poh. And under that topic's Culiao became the brave and looked ugly fingers sparkled, working face, stripping the teeth and even rebuked from neo-Nazi thugs Culiao Flaites bloodthirsty up with bazooka, total went with Tita ... Weon certainly have never had a fight and all that have stuck in your life have been lice and scabies.

Without going any further, my friend Panda Human Catapult Take a Conchetumare Roncito or Rummy (childhood nickname), an early triple dared to throw a compliment to a punk Z quietly circulating with 10 Culiao with retractable batons along Alameda Republic, destroying everything in its step. And it happens that while some of them somewhat starved devoured the entrails of a stray dog \u200b\u200balive, moron yells at the only mine that was accompanied by a wea as finite as "Like you frog pacifier, pankekita. "With that, unusually caused the slight annoyance of his teammates, who quickly came to consult" Sorry gentlemen, something happens? ". And good, not for my beautiful and unparalleled courage shown that night for the 3 punkekes who came with his shrink, while I just watched in silence with pitbull face hell to 2 inches of their faces, the Panda Culiao today would probably extinct, with all the manga Advanced Member who accompanied me that day. It is worth noting my other friend Luis Arce who was able to face this time also.

goats also more bites the mussels of the population made myths and conclude summary I would hit that shot and saber, because I would be able to remove them and bury them in the slit. I even doubt that the steel I cut the skin and the bullet passing through my flesh.

these situations are added to the strange ideas of my beloved girlfriend about the elbow in the ribs and kneed in the stomach does not hurt me, not trash me in the bed sleeping, or bend the little finger back. Neither the clubs in the back of my little sister, or even the head piedrazo I threw my son Dante on Saturday, because he saw Goku.

The problem is that if I complain way to be a fag Culiao immediately. "Ahhh, the moron chanta, and practice Anything Goes. "Uyyyy quejoncito fighter." The peeeerra fighter "... and so many other insolent comments. Well, I tell them all they do feel pain and we were excited with movies and songs us gladiators, and now proceed to pop the legs to anyone who thinks I'm a puchinball; cachamales will give my sister a girl and my son choking Dantecito lanyards pah take a little contact with it. To you , my love, I'll make some keys that insurance kamasutra enjoy. Quiet no mah, Ojon.

And watch, I'm not a fighter delicate.
Ossu.

PS: Dedicated to you, crespita rich, who inspired the text.

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When I see the death of Palestinian children, I think that their arms and break cuellitos the same way as those of my children break Dante and Catherine. Blood that escapes from their bodies exploding provokes the same death that they would do to mine, which in turn sleep peacefully in their pieces after eating their cookies with milk, to educate and laugh as they play at home with their little empires of toys and hope. When you laugh out loud watching the Discovery Kids or Fairly OddParents dream to meet all their dreams.

Then again I see the mangled little bodies taken by Palestinian children under the rubble because of the righteousness of the bombs, and while their parents or mothers inert loaded disfigure their faces and crying impotence and tear hair and are breaking their heads, and then that also that those would be my own tears and my own screams and I would hit the same way my head against the walls and the pavement so to meet them. But instead every weekend I go I find them and we look forward to a park or the theater and the Plaza Maipú to walk on those metal toy cars, and then we laugh and there are times when I say that evening was the prettiest of his life, and I feel I could die that afternoon so that no more.

Then I saw the news and newspapers and I think that Palestinian mothers cry with the same hysteria and despair that my mom to see me cry destroyed and killed by the blast, and I'm sure my children do not understand very well Seeing their mother dead with an empty gesture that why inexplicable and terrible, or convulsing on the floor drowning in his own blood.

And my nausea comes in absurd cowardice of the UN in large part responsible for the conflict current distribution by a quite stupid of those territories in 1948 gringa justification for the conflict and the deep silence of Barack Obama and the European Union in the disaster.

And once again all are shocked and horrified with the same sincerity of Christian grandmothers Pharisees and beating his chest, as if pardons or the deep intellectual "novel analysis" alleviate some of the carnage and terror, and this deep fear paralyzing the poor little children living Palestinians.

Today, many shocked and filled with fables, but I say THAT THE ONLY WAY TO ESTABLISH A GRAIN OF JUSTICE AS IS PUT PRESSURE CATEGORICAL EMBASSY TO JEWISH AND POINT. "Cowards not wilted in front of the Moneda, Plaza de La Constitución screaming weaitas pamphleteers that serve only absurd indulgences and sacrifices. If you do not have to organize a large demonstration outside his door, on and as many times as necessary. And so in a symbolic gesture to soak your red walls and move their doors and gates, for even if, even just a little, in part, to a small and simple justice for all those children Palestinians that bleed and break, and shake and forget to always smile, the same way we would our own beloved children.