was discussed long ago about why the boys (I mean men) have, especially during adolescence, this almost compulsive obsession to draw "prick" the diaries, on the dusty car windshields, on the walls, just about anywhere. I remember once when I went to school, entering class in the first hour we found walls full of these "cocks" of all shapes and sizes and religion professor forced us to delete them one by one with the rubber. Of course we did not find an answer to explain this form of tribal art. I tried to figure out if even the English boys do the same, but, apparently, there is no trace of this ritual ... who knows ... Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Busking License Fredericton
was discussed long ago about why the boys (I mean men) have, especially during adolescence, this almost compulsive obsession to draw "prick" the diaries, on the dusty car windshields, on the walls, just about anywhere. I remember once when I went to school, entering class in the first hour we found walls full of these "cocks" of all shapes and sizes and religion professor forced us to delete them one by one with the rubber. Of course we did not find an answer to explain this form of tribal art. I tried to figure out if even the English boys do the same, but, apparently, there is no trace of this ritual ... who knows ... Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Specjalnosci W Nostale
News
Yes, I was promoted! I am no longer a simple dish, but now I am "Catering Assistant". They are responsible for the buffet, the vending machines of crisps ... .. and of course responsible for the washing of pots! A step ahead!
Friday, October 13, 2006
Malina Velbera Boob Milk
As I said to White, in his reply to a comment, it's been a while that I'm working, finally. After a long search, I found a job as a porter Kitchen (dishwasher all do) in a school canteen. You work like crazy all day scraping pots, washing dishes and cutlery, carrying trolleys full of pots and pans and cleaning the table dirty with mayonnaise, mustard and ketchup. All in all I'm not complaining: guadango my nest egg, I keep busy and I have a chance to speak in English (minimum seen the pace of work). I'm also trying to make the leap to become a catering assistant, letting me take ... hopefully good. Obviously the time for the rest also decreases as the time for the blog, so instead of less and less around among my favorite blogs.
Sunday, October 8, 2006
Canola Oil Skin Remedies
C ome times during my lunch break I head to the bathroom to perform my duties tract, to finish my last hours in quiet. Also this Friday, the ceremony has taken place. I head to the bathroom, I open the door and point my favorite urinal (usually the last one right next to the wall, in order to create a fake privacy), when a boy / man (can not remember) who had just finished his functions turns around and looking at me: "Are you okay?" For a moment I wonder, "What ca_ _o wants this from me" and almost automatically say, "Fine." He, like usual exchange of greetings in the bathroom while he goes away I also said, "Bye" and I, in disbelief, not the answer. What is even more absurd is when I described the episode to my friend, that 'England attended a lot longer than me, told me that it is not something unusual, even to him has happened that someone asked him how he was during the completion.
Okay education, be polite, but here it seems to me an exaggeration ...
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