Cité Aux Cayes is a neighborhood made up of houses, cottages and cabins, tastefully arranged according to the third-world pancasinismo, current architectural rage in the tropics.
perched on the bed of pickup, smadonnando against the driver, the holes, I'm fucking de sun, the holy trinity, etc. etc., I appropinquavo meeting with the president of the neighborhood committee, joined by Secretary, delegate, vice-chairman, a delegate and several cousins: The purpose of the meeting: to draw a timetable of work to do with the people throughout the district to clean up (preferably before they all die of cholera).
reached the top of the hill on the horizon here is a iveco Navy Lynx parked after the fashion of the penis of quadruped, next to the vehicle above the Smurfs were fighting, civilians and the protectors of the holy nun charity.
'and mo' these Vonn what the fuck? "was the fleeting thought that crossed my mind.
" Hey, beautiful! but you're not eagle? look, here we thought De Fa 'na thing, piamo a cammo de Sand,' na twenty kilos de je de trial and Famo 'na thrown to the back of a mule on quer de Cock-filled canal that demmerda immezzo score to' alley is.
you how many people in three hours remedies? I'll do 'na list of what I need, you go to buy me and if we see tomorrow morning. de er channel big bank full of corpses and pigs grazing ar nun fucking talk about it because my heart that scennemo there, "
the enthusiasm of Italian intervention in support of the underprivileged of the world had come into the heart of the megalopolis Caribbean.
"mortacci yours, but right here in caca fuck er" was the sweet thought that representatives of the nation turned to daring.
wanted to make a bridge in a broad way, 5m, to reclaim some 40 m2 of area.
glissando could postpone and postpone their intervention and the gods came to my help in calling home these bold young, sailing the Cavour (anchored in the neighbor across the harbor) within two days.
escaped the intervention of Italian intelligence fucking dog was followed by a visit to the house of vicevicepresidente of the Committee: the only house standing, he proudly seller, migrants, returnees, shop owner, lender, corporal, in his spare time riscossore lace and recipes. er mejo der Bigonzo fig.
offered me a 7up.
I drink
offered me a fried banana
I respectfully declined, as usual, the NGOs have found the best partner in the community, which in any case make sure the interests of itself, towards a future of peace and prosperity.
the cooperating arms are torn agriculture.
PS: There are about 400 corpses buried under the rubble of Cité aux Cayes, given the situation, I think that will be pulled out with shovel and bucket.
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