Core of the news
Cuckoo, me revoilou...
Some small riddles to put to us in mouth if you want well...

And if you do not want it is similar, it is "MY" post...

Not against, I would be disappointed if you did not appreciate it pô...

One goes there...?

It left...

What a pea and a carrot which fight together?

A good duel.

How is a driver of Hearse called?

A Pilot Death

What there is it between you and me?

And.

Which is the plural of Coke?

Of Haltères

Because a Coke refreshes.

What a clove of garlic thrown against a wall, and who rebounds?

It is the return of the Garlic jet.

What says a blind man when one gives him sandpaper?

Whore! It is written tight.

Why, when a boat runs, shouts one:
Women and children initially!

Because after, the sharks are not any more hungry?

Why the soap merchants make do fortune?

Because their customers know them honest.

According to are Elvis there two kinds of UFO, which?

The Tender UFO
and the True UFO. Why the good Chinese sisters like do Beatles?

Because they are yellow the nuns.

It is when the return of Thursday?

Between the mercredaille and the vendredaille.

What is green and moves on water?

A marine cabbage.

Two goats are on a boat
BABI and BABA
BABA falls to water
What does it occur?

BABA runs and
BABI bleats.

How is called the newspaper published each week in the Sahara?

News Paper.

How is papaw collected?

With the foufourche.

Where does one find saturdays before Friday?

In the dictionary.

What it is the color of the flu virus?

Gray blade.

What makes a crocodile when it meets another crocodile?

It accosts it.

What did it occur in 1111?

The invasion of Huns.

What makes 30 cm and who is white?

Nothing, everyone knows that if that made 30 cm, it is black.

Ah, ah...

Then i thinks what...?
Oh I do not await any praise, but if that your make smile, it is gained.

Then, you have:

- Cried
- Smiled
- IH
- Vomit
- Shouted
- Even sourcillé
- Found that weak
- Another proposal to be made...

To go, a photo tite "to brighten" this post.

I find it superb. One does not know too much if it is fog, of the fog, of cold of heat. Fine Ca chaotic, end of the world, strange, paranormal, astonishing, diverting, cold in the back, I pass from there and from best...
If not, I am always well in my new job.
I know, you card, but that makes me good cause and keep you informed of what I do.
I start to see stinging some relational difficulties between certain colleagues. Ca does not jump to the eyes immediately. Ca appeared idilic with the beginning.
And when you digs a little, you realiserealises that it is not also "pink" which it appears to with it.

I know, I am a little blue flower. I kept a heart of child. I am still very credulous on the things of the life. Times, I plant myself. But with the age, and the experiment, I start to open the eyes. it takes time, but I am less often made have...

Oilà, you know all min nan...

At the week chopraine if you want well...

Zoubi, with bye...

Life after Twelve

at 19, i've never felt old, because i belong to a clearly defined marketing demographic: that lucky and lucrative "18 to 25" category. it is around this age, that i enjoy the best of both worlds. while it's still acceptable for me to subsist on Lucky Charms, shop at American Eagle, and write on Hello Kitty stationery, i'm equally welcomed to grown up things like Starbucks, the Banana Republic, and Palm Pilots.

these adult-kid boundaries are quickly blurring, as i noticed today walking into Express (i know i swore it off, but who could resist a big red sign that says '50% off clearance?'). every customer in the store was literally half my age. yes, at 19, i really could say that now with disdain. even the sales girls looked no older than high school juniors. granted, it's kind of hard for anybody to look old wearing the candy-colors Express dished out this season -- but really, should those who haven't grown boobs be sifting through the push-up bras? sick of the pretense, gum-smacking, size (below) zeroes, and tacky highlights, i headed straight for an ageist's sanctuary: Starbucks. the situation was no better; in Westfield, Starbucks trumps the neighborhood ice cream parlor, pizza joint, and McDonalds, as a 12-year-old's place of choice. i'm fully convinced the only money that pumps Westfield commerce comes from a collective of spoiled teenie boppers. or am i just bitter...and old?

if old means having my own Visa, better taste, and some respect, then i'm glad to be older. at both ends of the merchandising spectrum, i represent the coveted secondary cliente -- not the main intended audience, but generous patrons nonetheless. we are free to purchase our own junk food, wardrobes, and Iced MochaFrappaLattes. credit card companies can legally have a field day taking advantage of our (ambivalent) material enthusiam coupled with complete financial irreponsibility. i recall sitting in some sticky classroom as a seventh grader, yearning for a day when attendance didn't matter. and now it doesn't. grown-ups make you anticipate your 18th birthday as this milestone event, because you become an "adult" by law. but that milestone is superfluous for most people (unless you were a voting fanatic, or secretly dating a 35-yr-old, or awaiting criminal prosecution). the real fun comes after 21 nowadays, when "legal adult" becomes "legal drinking age". i've been waiting to be in my twenties since i was twelve.