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Saturday, February 14, 2009
Masters Golf Tournament 2009 Unblocker
why saddle a halter with a net? Bravo Andy what demo!
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Monday, February 9, 2009
Capezio Shoes In Fairfield
Breaking
is called stripping the period during which the foal learns to remain calm in the mount, to accept and bear serenely the rider at all paces in moving forward to meet the aid élémentaires.Le stripping itself is always preceded by a familiarization phase and a horse's confidence building.
Shedding is the first education given rise to the horse. It strongly influences the future relationship between horse and rider, the quality of dialogue that takes place in any work to cheval.Cette period, particularly sensitive will often permanent consequences on the physical and morale of the young horse whose amazing memory forever keep the memory.
unclogging a horse, not only get the horse to accept the rider on his back without a fight. It is mainly to establish a term relationship and quality between the horse and man.
TO KNOW:
- The use of voice: The voice has a very important place, both in the life of the foal than in the adult horse. It must always be controlled. No crisis PREMATURE It must be encouraging, it should calm down or compliment, but it must also be dry or reprimand as needed. -Consider the memory of the horse: The horse has a selective memory. He will retain both what he liked what he was displeased. Anyway it still retain the relationship of cause and effect. If there must be punishment, it must be at the stupidity not 20 minutes later (he would not understand). Finally, always have calculated movements. First order not to frighten the colt, then for a possible reaction if the colt was alarmed by an external event. Anyway, do not be overwhelmed by emotions and especially anger .- Material: Bridle (no noseband) cavesson, girth, loin maid, gloves (that's better) and protection for the horse ( assuming there is already accustomed). And later saddle, whip and BOMB. THE VARIOUS STAGES OF
DECORING ALONG THE GROWTH OF FOAL:
· When an early age, we touched, and sometimes even before his mother, one is recognizing him as someone with whom the goods arrive. Croutons in his pockets, his affection, but also firm: you do not nibble, we do not push. Very soon, we accustomed to the halter and lunge. We let the colt tied near his mother long moments, the manipulates it, it always takes her feet without sudden movements and talking a lot. Walk with the colt halter is the first learning.
· Around 18 months, once the horse desensitized begins work on foot. They are taught to follow the person calmly and safe for bystanders. Then the loin (short sessions from 5 to 10 min) the horse must learn to turn round to look (walk, trot, canter, stop) requested in a calm, exploring the maid and voice commands. Ten sessions, but every day, to hear the orders. For this we use most often cavesson, a sort of halter, with 3 rings on the noseband (2 lateral and 1 central). When circumstances permit, the colt takes on the lunge to the three-stage wherever we may go on horseback, riding either his mother or the reference mare herd. It is forbidden to overtake the rider's right knee: voice commands and kids. The colt is right, because from the beginning, he learns to stay on the side of the road non-hazardous. It still leaves the pre for a year.
· Towards thirty months, but new sessions along with saddle, net, using calipers and lightweight. The trainer holds the colt in hand, and starts using his stomach on the saddle and the horse crosses. We walk to his head and it requires help to take a permanent contact with the mouth with one hand but permeable smoothly that accompanies the movement of the neck.
At first, the trainer remains head of the foal, to avoid conflicts with the jumper. They are always negative whatever the outcome. At this precise moment of stripping, the rider has, in fact, little role to play. His main job is to stay quiet and you must avoid all actions stray from him that can not be understood by the foal (do not shake your legs to "hold", which is a typical gesture of predator). Longe hand held short, the trainer is the only focus of the horse. It's just that he alone orders and especially security against the danger that comes from climbing on his back. The holding "the head" hard time adapting foal to this new situation. It is often only a few moments but the attention of the trainer should be, at this time, permanent and unwavering. The intervention, if necessary, should be immediate. No conflict at this moment is an omen of success. The trainer when "feels", then let slip the lanyard.
attitudes of the rider and his aides (straightening of the torso, leg action ...) the previous order still already known voice. Thus the foal acquires understanding a new language, sign this. In general, after a few minutes, you can release the foal and he was taken to not using very wide opening reins, especially not forgetting a huge transfer of regulatory rein. Ten sessions in career walk and trot and two or three trips outside with a jumper on the back in the middle of the herd safe. The foal is then delivered to the meadow for 6 months.
· Towards 3 years, the stripping is more to do. Everything is already acquired. Just then mount it, never deceive on the reins fitted with a soft hand and leg persuasive, but also a good agreement and large aid transfers to each sign of obedience. Do not hesitate to use his voice to reassure and encourage.
• If you start with a foal at age 3 or older, and that we must quickly clogs. A relationship of trust and respect must be established immediately because at that age, the strength of the foal is not negligible. The approach is the same. The preliminary work on the lunge always prepares the horse to the aid of language acquisition. The new way of asking should always precede the former. The rider must always respect the locomotion of the horse with a hand that "supports". Galloping, the horse's head up by half-stops.
IN SUMMARY:
Require that what we are sure we can get.
Never "heating" and if that happens, stop the session time to empty. The horse does not understand the anger.
Never fool the horse by putting him in difficult situations who would lose his confidence.
Never ask what it is not prepared to do. Do not punish
if you're not absolutely sure I understood.
Everything else is just a matter of common sense, tact and appropriateness. 
is called stripping the period during which the foal learns to remain calm in the mount, to accept and bear serenely the rider at all paces in moving forward to meet the aid élémentaires.Le stripping itself is always preceded by a familiarization phase and a horse's confidence building.
Shedding is the first education given rise to the horse. It strongly influences the future relationship between horse and rider, the quality of dialogue that takes place in any work to cheval.Cette period, particularly sensitive will often permanent consequences on the physical and morale of the young horse whose amazing memory forever keep the memory.
unclogging a horse, not only get the horse to accept the rider on his back without a fight. It is mainly to establish a term relationship and quality between the horse and man.
TO KNOW:
- The use of voice: The voice has a very important place, both in the life of the foal than in the adult horse. It must always be controlled. No crisis PREMATURE It must be encouraging, it should calm down or compliment, but it must also be dry or reprimand as needed. -Consider the memory of the horse: The horse has a selective memory. He will retain both what he liked what he was displeased. Anyway it still retain the relationship of cause and effect. If there must be punishment, it must be at the stupidity not 20 minutes later (he would not understand). Finally, always have calculated movements. First order not to frighten the colt, then for a possible reaction if the colt was alarmed by an external event. Anyway, do not be overwhelmed by emotions and especially anger .- Material: Bridle (no noseband) cavesson, girth, loin maid, gloves (that's better) and protection for the horse ( assuming there is already accustomed). And later saddle, whip and BOMB. THE VARIOUS STAGES OF
DECORING ALONG THE GROWTH OF FOAL:
· When an early age, we touched, and sometimes even before his mother, one is recognizing him as someone with whom the goods arrive. Croutons in his pockets, his affection, but also firm: you do not nibble, we do not push. Very soon, we accustomed to the halter and lunge. We let the colt tied near his mother long moments, the manipulates it, it always takes her feet without sudden movements and talking a lot. Walk with the colt halter is the first learning.
· Around 18 months, once the horse desensitized begins work on foot. They are taught to follow the person calmly and safe for bystanders. Then the loin (short sessions from 5 to 10 min) the horse must learn to turn round to look (walk, trot, canter, stop) requested in a calm, exploring the maid and voice commands. Ten sessions, but every day, to hear the orders. For this we use most often cavesson, a sort of halter, with 3 rings on the noseband (2 lateral and 1 central). When circumstances permit, the colt takes on the lunge to the three-stage wherever we may go on horseback, riding either his mother or the reference mare herd. It is forbidden to overtake the rider's right knee: voice commands and kids. The colt is right, because from the beginning, he learns to stay on the side of the road non-hazardous. It still leaves the pre for a year.
· Towards thirty months, but new sessions along with saddle, net, using calipers and lightweight. The trainer holds the colt in hand, and starts using his stomach on the saddle and the horse crosses. We walk to his head and it requires help to take a permanent contact with the mouth with one hand but permeable smoothly that accompanies the movement of the neck.
At first, the trainer remains head of the foal, to avoid conflicts with the jumper. They are always negative whatever the outcome. At this precise moment of stripping, the rider has, in fact, little role to play. His main job is to stay quiet and you must avoid all actions stray from him that can not be understood by the foal (do not shake your legs to "hold", which is a typical gesture of predator). Longe hand held short, the trainer is the only focus of the horse. It's just that he alone orders and especially security against the danger that comes from climbing on his back. The holding "the head" hard time adapting foal to this new situation. It is often only a few moments but the attention of the trainer should be, at this time, permanent and unwavering. The intervention, if necessary, should be immediate. No conflict at this moment is an omen of success. The trainer when "feels", then let slip the lanyard.
attitudes of the rider and his aides (straightening of the torso, leg action ...) the previous order still already known voice. Thus the foal acquires understanding a new language, sign this. In general, after a few minutes, you can release the foal and he was taken to not using very wide opening reins, especially not forgetting a huge transfer of regulatory rein. Ten sessions in career walk and trot and two or three trips outside with a jumper on the back in the middle of the herd safe. The foal is then delivered to the meadow for 6 months.
· Towards 3 years, the stripping is more to do. Everything is already acquired. Just then mount it, never deceive on the reins fitted with a soft hand and leg persuasive, but also a good agreement and large aid transfers to each sign of obedience. Do not hesitate to use his voice to reassure and encourage.
• If you start with a foal at age 3 or older, and that we must quickly clogs. A relationship of trust and respect must be established immediately because at that age, the strength of the foal is not negligible. The approach is the same. The preliminary work on the lunge always prepares the horse to the aid of language acquisition. The new way of asking should always precede the former. The rider must always respect the locomotion of the horse with a hand that "supports". Galloping, the horse's head up by half-stops.
IN SUMMARY:
Require that what we are sure we can get.
Never "heating" and if that happens, stop the session time to empty. The horse does not understand the anger.
Never fool the horse by putting him in difficult situations who would lose his confidence.
Never ask what it is not prepared to do. Do not punish
if you're not absolutely sure I understood.
Everything else is just a matter of common sense, tact and appropriateness.
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The challenge final PTV, this Sunday at the Haras Breviaires has kept all its promises. In a sumptuous setting, where the sun and a radiant field of PTV in the woods, horses and riders were able to measure on the original problems, the course integrates some new TREC (Lane U, for example).
Our panel of judges has not failed and we could see some very good passages in respect of the horse, although some horses were rather "happy". (Huelva including our beautiful ... who put down his jumper with the latest news is somewhat reassuring).
A beautiful day, successful for "The Unicorn" ;-) Seriously
recovery of TREC in the spring!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Bench Blueprint Plans
Captain Cook
Night falls on your sadness, or thy revolt.
As a boat drunk, you think you pitching and sinking.
But you created a world for you, where you'll overcome all the fighters, strong arms that are yours. Your rebellion is your strength, and my pain.
Me, I'm out of rebellion, because I have more war, no land to discover.
your strength that's life ahead of you. Your rebellion is what you think you can have the pent-up anger in you. This anger, it has all had. This world we invented, made of rebellions and one act: his own.
And then one day you find yourself alone. Because rats have jumped ship. and it is only the bar. That day we said that we must reach the ground, moor the boat, and stop to listen.
Listen to life, others, hers. Those who think wise and full of experience. Those who want to take you hand to guide you. Even if they do so clumsily, even if you think they want to destroy you. Why do you think they are there if not for you. What if you were not interested they let you do whatever you want. Because simply, they are indifferent.
But love has all the excesses that carries the world. And express it is sometimes difficult. And the mistakes you think being qu'haine are really signals of love. Even poorly known, even shouted, they are there. Tell you things felt, to be honest, be true. All
do for you without even you know it. Want only your happiness is what makes us tick. We
you push forward, we who are already behind in trying to follow you. What we
other than you?
Help us to help you and accept our words.
Let the storm pass, it never lasts, and makes the meadows green again. Whether you serve for
t'enraciner in life, and find in depth what is best in you, and god knows there are a. I admire and am
proud of the little man you are. You are the essence of my life, my fuel, my reason for being.
Especially do not shut yourself in a world that is not yours, and come join mine. 
Night falls on your sadness, or thy revolt.
As a boat drunk, you think you pitching and sinking.
But you created a world for you, where you'll overcome all the fighters, strong arms that are yours. Your rebellion is your strength, and my pain.
Me, I'm out of rebellion, because I have more war, no land to discover.
your strength that's life ahead of you. Your rebellion is what you think you can have the pent-up anger in you. This anger, it has all had. This world we invented, made of rebellions and one act: his own.
And then one day you find yourself alone. Because rats have jumped ship. and it is only the bar. That day we said that we must reach the ground, moor the boat, and stop to listen.
Listen to life, others, hers. Those who think wise and full of experience. Those who want to take you hand to guide you. Even if they do so clumsily, even if you think they want to destroy you. Why do you think they are there if not for you. What if you were not interested they let you do whatever you want. Because simply, they are indifferent.
But love has all the excesses that carries the world. And express it is sometimes difficult. And the mistakes you think being qu'haine are really signals of love. Even poorly known, even shouted, they are there. Tell you things felt, to be honest, be true. All
do for you without even you know it. Want only your happiness is what makes us tick. We
you push forward, we who are already behind in trying to follow you. What we
other than you?
Help us to help you and accept our words.
Let the storm pass, it never lasts, and makes the meadows green again. Whether you serve for
t'enraciner in life, and find in depth what is best in you, and god knows there are a. I admire and am
proud of the little man you are. You are the essence of my life, my fuel, my reason for being.
Especially do not shut yourself in a world that is not yours, and come join mine.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Wiriing Diagram For Alpine
Ticket soft white
TGV Paris Lyon
A love letter handwritten on a page torn from a diary, April 16: you're pretty .
And this pervasive.
I look outside, but the sun bothers me. He gets up and gently pulls the curtain. I feel his eyes on me. I have nothing more to look outside. I mumble a thank you, smiling.
Agenda September 30: you're even prettier when you smile
message drags on my shelf.
I pretend to read a book, but that's three times I read the same passage, without understanding a single word. I turn the page, it is true.
thousand ideas in my head, who is he, or will he? that goes down first?
Control Notes. I put my book on the message.
Foolishly trying to read upside down it's going, suddenly, my eyes focus, he understood.
stop at the station. a young man blind trying to put down his bag. I get up and help to settle.
I take my book, but a new ticket is placed on it, November 14: all up is divine!
I feel ashamed and looks finally. He smiled.
ah ... his smile. I close my eyes that he can not imagine my confusion. But my heart is pounding. I open my eyes and looked at him, he closed his eyes. I watch it. Yet. I believe I can for her fake profifer sleep. His thick brown hair, tousled by falsely few wayward strands falling over his eyebrows. How old can it be? under his shirt one guesses broad shoulders and well defined. I seek an alliance with his fingers.
he opens his eyes, I will hide mine, and closes.
I still think ... eyes closed. But I can not run my conscience. my body is in turmoil. I guess my hands down her courrir shoulders, back and along his neck. I allow myself those thoughts, but they do return, I open my eyes to the hunt.
New post on my book, February 28: I get off at the next stop. do you dare madness?
strangely disappointed and I am distraught. When is the next station? in one hour, five minutes? I look at him, he smiled again, as if it were certain to win. Win? is it a game? why he smiles so? His smile bothers me and makes me lose all reason. Close your eyes to escape. He appeared behind my eyelids closed, even more now. I imagine myself in his arms, looking at me, without rien faire d'autre. Je ne peux imaginer autre chose, je me l'interdis, mais les images s'entrechoquent et se battent contre ma conscience. Par bribes, nos corps se mélangent puis s'éloignent. C'est un supplice, je rouvre les yeux, on entre en gare...
Je le regarde, il me regarde. Il ne sourit plus. son regard bleu est intense, profond. une invitation, une supplication.
Le train ralentit.
Il bouge un peu.
Le train s'arrête.
Il se lève.
je saisis 28 février, le retourne et écris : "NON". En majuscule.
Il lit me regarde, sourit.
Je détourne mon regard, il est toujours debout, devant moi.
Le jeune homme malvoyant tousse, comme s'il sentait cette voltage, these vibrations.
The man turns around, takes her bag, walks in the hallway. So
want to pounce.
The young man gets up and visually impaired wonder if I can accompany him to the bar.
I do not answer, I lost my sight unknown. I get up, but the blind girl in front of me and prevent me from passing. I want to push, running, I feel that this escape was barely born.
The blind girl thanks me to accompany him.
I took her hand, and the conduit through cars, resigned.
IT speaks to me, I do not know her answer, I do not know.
I missed my train. I missed a chance. I said "no" when all I was screaming "yes." I hate this contradiction
women.
I lost against fate again. 
TGV Paris Lyon
A love letter handwritten on a page torn from a diary, April 16: you're pretty .
And this pervasive.
I look outside, but the sun bothers me. He gets up and gently pulls the curtain. I feel his eyes on me. I have nothing more to look outside. I mumble a thank you, smiling.
Agenda September 30: you're even prettier when you smile
message drags on my shelf.
I pretend to read a book, but that's three times I read the same passage, without understanding a single word. I turn the page, it is true.
thousand ideas in my head, who is he, or will he? that goes down first?
Control Notes. I put my book on the message.
Foolishly trying to read upside down it's going, suddenly, my eyes focus, he understood.
stop at the station. a young man blind trying to put down his bag. I get up and help to settle.
I take my book, but a new ticket is placed on it, November 14: all up is divine!
I feel ashamed and looks finally. He smiled.
ah ... his smile. I close my eyes that he can not imagine my confusion. But my heart is pounding. I open my eyes and looked at him, he closed his eyes. I watch it. Yet. I believe I can for her fake profifer sleep. His thick brown hair, tousled by falsely few wayward strands falling over his eyebrows. How old can it be? under his shirt one guesses broad shoulders and well defined. I seek an alliance with his fingers.
he opens his eyes, I will hide mine, and closes.
I still think ... eyes closed. But I can not run my conscience. my body is in turmoil. I guess my hands down her courrir shoulders, back and along his neck. I allow myself those thoughts, but they do return, I open my eyes to the hunt.
New post on my book, February 28: I get off at the next stop. do you dare madness?
strangely disappointed and I am distraught. When is the next station? in one hour, five minutes? I look at him, he smiled again, as if it were certain to win. Win? is it a game? why he smiles so? His smile bothers me and makes me lose all reason. Close your eyes to escape. He appeared behind my eyelids closed, even more now. I imagine myself in his arms, looking at me, without rien faire d'autre. Je ne peux imaginer autre chose, je me l'interdis, mais les images s'entrechoquent et se battent contre ma conscience. Par bribes, nos corps se mélangent puis s'éloignent. C'est un supplice, je rouvre les yeux, on entre en gare...
Je le regarde, il me regarde. Il ne sourit plus. son regard bleu est intense, profond. une invitation, une supplication.
Le train ralentit.
Il bouge un peu.
Le train s'arrête.
Il se lève.
je saisis 28 février, le retourne et écris : "NON". En majuscule.
Il lit me regarde, sourit.
Je détourne mon regard, il est toujours debout, devant moi.
Le jeune homme malvoyant tousse, comme s'il sentait cette voltage, these vibrations.
The man turns around, takes her bag, walks in the hallway. So
want to pounce.
The young man gets up and visually impaired wonder if I can accompany him to the bar.
I do not answer, I lost my sight unknown. I get up, but the blind girl in front of me and prevent me from passing. I want to push, running, I feel that this escape was barely born.
The blind girl thanks me to accompany him.
I took her hand, and the conduit through cars, resigned.
IT speaks to me, I do not know her answer, I do not know.
I missed my train. I missed a chance. I said "no" when all I was screaming "yes." I hate this contradiction
women.
I lost against fate again.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Silvercity Movie Theatre Ottawa
cruise cruise cruise
Truthful: we visionnons photos, along with three friends. I asked one of them: "So, still not impressive?"
proud and virile man shrugged and replied: "Nah ... you honestly want me to say? I did worse. Then there was fun but it was not scary"
Evidence in pictures .... 
Truthful: we visionnons photos, along with three friends. I asked one of them: "So, still not impressive?" proud and virile man shrugged and replied: "Nah ... you honestly want me to say? I did worse. Then there was fun but it was not scary"
Evidence in pictures ....
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er sorry, Tom Cruise aka jo Dalton), one the goes a bit there ... 
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er sorry, Tom Cruise aka jo Dalton), one the goes a bit there ... Wholesale Blunt Wraps
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Our fighters are back with stars in their eyes. Fine
team mates and friends, a great adventure for assistance, exchange and sharing first. 
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reinventing your life
I was born the day he had I was born. As a grain of sand in the desert, I do not mean anything. And if I disappear, it will not have. the small grain is gone, can he enter into the eye of someone to make him cry.
This life is poorly written. I'll delete and start over. It always shows when gum, but for those who do not know, it can be beautiful.
I will be born at another time, other parents in another country. I will love other people, I'll create another universe, a world that will go to me.
magic words ... I can do it!
That I am a born April 14, 2296 at 10:22 p.m. in Kuala Lampour. My mother is thrilled, I am the fourth in a big family and only daughter. My father, a wealthy importer schiibrines (new fuel collected on Saturn), is pleased to have a daughter.
I grew up in the tenderness and love. My parents, although often absent, are close and talk to me. They love me, and I think four of us, it's me they prefer. This preference, if it is alleged against them is tiny, but I feel it and it pleases me.
I go to school with my father, my teachers are amazing, especially that of atomic science. He is also charming and decorates my dreams of a teenager. Someday I'll tell him that I like. I reply that I am a sweet to crunch and we'll go hand in hand we set up in his harem. But we're not there yet.
Our servants, the French very stupid, imported a few years ago amuse me more than anything. The only problem is that we can no longer reproduce them in a hundred years and that they will be endangered. My father says it parcequ'en ancient times, they too have abused their manhood and that just punishment to their reproductive organs were atrophied. We were offered a lot to naturalize in the state, but my parents are sensitive, have refused to excuse their good service. They are pretty funny to see them. Sometimes I sit in the cafeteria and I watch them live. They keep contradicting himself. Women are very tricky, men are having systematically. They are charming but a bit stupid, they sometimes try to talk to their partner, but after my father and it is their custom, they do not listen jamais.Alors, they revolt and it usually ends up fights that my father must calm our Bangala (prairie dogs from Asia).
They are very brave, and sometimes spend days and nights in cultured Glaceries (glass powder) to pick the flowers and reduce them by firing at 12000 °. they smoke and drink heavily. Thus we pay: alcohol and cigarettes. They want nothing else. at times, Tuesday (day off), they play cards all night. I do not understand their game because they do not want me to explain. My father forbade me to approach them, he fears could lead to reminiscences of uncontrollable sexual urges. But I have no fear. The men are rascals, they like women for their bodies not their heads. When they talk, they talk too much, it bothers them and that's why they do not respond. Besides, I do not think they can not answer communication beyond them. While they are struggling in lewd gestures, gesticulate, growling and tap the chest.
Fortunately we have collected. They roamed the country in search of food as the first millennium. All they had built was obliterate an invasion of Africa. Like locusts, they were all devastated.
Our men fled into the forest, my father had only to catch them in nets and brought home ...
Continued ... it was later 
I was born the day he had I was born. As a grain of sand in the desert, I do not mean anything. And if I disappear, it will not have. the small grain is gone, can he enter into the eye of someone to make him cry.
This life is poorly written. I'll delete and start over. It always shows when gum, but for those who do not know, it can be beautiful.
I will be born at another time, other parents in another country. I will love other people, I'll create another universe, a world that will go to me.
magic words ... I can do it!
That I am a born April 14, 2296 at 10:22 p.m. in Kuala Lampour. My mother is thrilled, I am the fourth in a big family and only daughter. My father, a wealthy importer schiibrines (new fuel collected on Saturn), is pleased to have a daughter.
I grew up in the tenderness and love. My parents, although often absent, are close and talk to me. They love me, and I think four of us, it's me they prefer. This preference, if it is alleged against them is tiny, but I feel it and it pleases me.
I go to school with my father, my teachers are amazing, especially that of atomic science. He is also charming and decorates my dreams of a teenager. Someday I'll tell him that I like. I reply that I am a sweet to crunch and we'll go hand in hand we set up in his harem. But we're not there yet.
Our servants, the French very stupid, imported a few years ago amuse me more than anything. The only problem is that we can no longer reproduce them in a hundred years and that they will be endangered. My father says it parcequ'en ancient times, they too have abused their manhood and that just punishment to their reproductive organs were atrophied. We were offered a lot to naturalize in the state, but my parents are sensitive, have refused to excuse their good service. They are pretty funny to see them. Sometimes I sit in the cafeteria and I watch them live. They keep contradicting himself. Women are very tricky, men are having systematically. They are charming but a bit stupid, they sometimes try to talk to their partner, but after my father and it is their custom, they do not listen jamais.Alors, they revolt and it usually ends up fights that my father must calm our Bangala (prairie dogs from Asia).
They are very brave, and sometimes spend days and nights in cultured Glaceries (glass powder) to pick the flowers and reduce them by firing at 12000 °. they smoke and drink heavily. Thus we pay: alcohol and cigarettes. They want nothing else. at times, Tuesday (day off), they play cards all night. I do not understand their game because they do not want me to explain. My father forbade me to approach them, he fears could lead to reminiscences of uncontrollable sexual urges. But I have no fear. The men are rascals, they like women for their bodies not their heads. When they talk, they talk too much, it bothers them and that's why they do not respond. Besides, I do not think they can not answer communication beyond them. While they are struggling in lewd gestures, gesticulate, growling and tap the chest.
Fortunately we have collected. They roamed the country in search of food as the first millennium. All they had built was obliterate an invasion of Africa. Like locusts, they were all devastated.
Our men fled into the forest, my father had only to catch them in nets and brought home ...
Continued ... it was later
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