Minneapolis, my home: After two weeks of isolation many have asked that I finally did. All right. My diet consists of: a one-liter mug of coffee, courtesy of the secretary dwarf (and harmonica), the department, Miss JP every morning standing on the chair shall prepare a thermos of coffee for all students of the plan, a meal only, consumed about five o'clock in the afternoon, based on cholesterol, eggs, fat, saturated oils, fried Vietnamese origin, genetically modified vegetables and other vegetables take the local cuisine offers. Saturday and Sunday I cook and it's worse. .jpg)
are in great shape. My current status is shown in the picture. are on the beach of the lake at a rally Cahun Marxist-Leninist, and I wipe after a swim. At the supermarket I found the razor blades. The barber shop close to home has Parkinson's disease and I have trusted. But I'm okay. My brothers o R **** S ***** or recognize me anyway. Another great curiosity that pushes my readers is the house. I live in 20 square meters. No more, I would feel terribly if I did not see getting up in the morning refrigerator, kitchen, shower, toilet, water heater and a sofa. I felt horrible and desolate prairie if you could freely walk to reach the table in place that are exactly half a meter from the bed and half from the TV. And I do not feel at home with no carpeting, to the threshold of the cup. House my house for my little girl you are, you are as an abbey. told us one night a drunken bum in front of the GS of Spinoza slipping away in a mysterious stairs between the cartons and empty boxes. He's right. My house is on a hill overlooking the Mississippi. It is located in a green area of \u200b\u200bhouses with gardens. Too bad they built a wall to separate the river from the neighborhood. To protect it from too much nature added to the highway. But when cars pass you hear the river flow. .jpg)
Here is a photo of me while I go on the clothes from home to predict the water. Sometimes I invite some friends. Many think I became a hermit, but at times you need to be alone. Black Elk was on the hill to fast and came only after the hallucinations had revealed the path. Scar I do not think fast, but my desire to share fully insulated. In any case, I am a social guy and sometimes to avoid talking to myself call my friend Brian. In the picture you recognize the hat, and welcome him at the door of my humble abode .jpg)
with a big hug. In these two weeks I have found someone to hate, I found an enemy that I have studied carefully and which I will write soon. I also read a lot and prepared a press release locally of considerable interest to all those who are passionate about good journalism, real journalism, done by people who go there on the spot and that is not in the office attached to the phone. Fortunately, the independent press and incited by the Communist conspiracy is also found here. The two best titles are named and Onion Minnesota Daily. A breath of fresh information in a landscape that foment hatred and exploits the news. Too many advances hurt. For now I leave these pictures of me.
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are in great shape. My current status is shown in the picture. are on the beach of the lake at a rally Cahun Marxist-Leninist, and I wipe after a swim. At the supermarket I found the razor blades. The barber shop close to home has Parkinson's disease and I have trusted. But I'm okay. My brothers o R **** S ***** or recognize me anyway. Another great curiosity that pushes my readers is the house. I live in 20 square meters. No more, I would feel terribly if I did not see getting up in the morning refrigerator, kitchen, shower, toilet, water heater and a sofa. I felt horrible and desolate prairie if you could freely walk to reach the table in place that are exactly half a meter from the bed and half from the TV. And I do not feel at home with no carpeting, to the threshold of the cup. House my house for my little girl you are, you are as an abbey. told us one night a drunken bum in front of the GS of Spinoza slipping away in a mysterious stairs between the cartons and empty boxes. He's right. My house is on a hill overlooking the Mississippi. It is located in a green area of \u200b\u200bhouses with gardens. Too bad they built a wall to separate the river from the neighborhood. To protect it from too much nature added to the highway. But when cars pass you hear the river flow. .jpg)
Here is a photo of me while I go on the clothes from home to predict the water. Sometimes I invite some friends. Many think I became a hermit, but at times you need to be alone. Black Elk was on the hill to fast and came only after the hallucinations had revealed the path. Scar I do not think fast, but my desire to share fully insulated. In any case, I am a social guy and sometimes to avoid talking to myself call my friend Brian. In the picture you recognize the hat, and welcome him at the door of my humble abode .jpg)
with a big hug. In these two weeks I have found someone to hate, I found an enemy that I have studied carefully and which I will write soon. I also read a lot and prepared a press release locally of considerable interest to all those who are passionate about good journalism, real journalism, done by people who go there on the spot and that is not in the office attached to the phone. Fortunately, the independent press and incited by the Communist conspiracy is also found here. The two best titles are named and Onion Minnesota Daily. A breath of fresh information in a landscape that foment hatred and exploits the news. Too many advances hurt. For now I leave these pictures of me. 
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