Once again, the indignation struck to my door!

First that nothing, I want to clarify that this had begun to raise, but later laburo made leave of side a little us all this, asique does not jodan Che!

On the other hand, today I am going to speak to them of that it infuriates to me from but the deep thing of my soul ()
We are going to speak of this photo:




They saw it? If? Good, I am glad.
In order to start, we are going to go slowly, the poster, that at the present time does not see nor excrement, at some time decia something like: Prohibited to bathe.
What it takes to me at the beginning of the consternation (if, for much that did not invent a word, since I invented “calichúpemo” I did not invent no other), and this one is neither but nor less than the freedom. If, that same one, we lived in “a free” society, so, if I want I bathe, if I do not want, no, and if I want to bathe, I bathe where the fourteenth hair of orto is sung to me, and neither a poster, nor all the urban guard me are going it to prevent!

The second point that bothered to me of that poster is indeed, that does not see anything! As they try that we obey a poster that does not see anything? That is, first they deal with to us idiots and later they try that we are as intelligent as to decipher a poster thus?

And finally, and what but it bothers to me, it is that they deal with to us mogolicos. Because, we are honest, who of you would put in that place? (colo, you do not respond) That is… we go….watch well that photo, watch the water! They are meterian? “They are bañarian there”?

Incredible… I am indignant…

But at the same time, and although I am so indignant, I am boring, embolado. And for that reason surgio one doubts to me that it made me fear for my life, and is the following one:
If one embola much… but muuucho; It is possible to be died of embolia?

The Pete said to me that if, and I create to him, reason why I am going away to put to play virtual tennis not to embolar to me. Comanla putos!

Notero Su star friend.