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bug. Do not think, act. Be independent of everything except the instinct, instinct guide you and your brand guidelines, simple guidelines. I would like to be a wild beast unwittingly selfish, concerned only to fill the stomach and leave offspring.
say that the lion is the king of the jungle because you have longer hair, but there in the jungle king. In the jungle there Republic. The Republic of the instincts, passions without transcendence, without feelings of love, love without love (fuck that nice). Man needs entertainment provided, but reading is watching TV, and if not doing gymnastics is smoking a joint. In the animal kingdom entertainment is boring. In the animal kingdom is not Big Brother, sleep until they are exhausted daylight hours. And only when the drive is no movement occurs. The man, while the instinct is not shown, the head must be engaged in mundane matters, must be positioned within an ideology or religion, that will condition their way of living and thinking.
In the animal kingdom there are no dogmas, only obeys the law of the food chain, larger orders which have teeth. The man went something like thousands of years, civilization has always endured the strongest, who crushed the little girl. Over time, this was lost. Legend has
why this phenomenon does thousands of years (not exactly how many) the human race throughout the wild country land area, and now animals but not people who touch the eggs. Well, one day came to earth, from what we now call the moon, a being filthy feet in height, with moccasins yellow lollipop motorcycle helmet, but it was a huge town, as its head no less than half a meter in diameter. The creature came from the moon in a green derby track alien tank, tires and fenders, the mask, back plates and tail were a dazzling white pearl.
The little one was bored, and began to pace the planet with the bike, leaving an unbearable smell of castrol and emitting a very unpleasant noise. He continued doing this for days, has traveled around the world (not even the continents had separated, we are talking about the Precambrian or the Paleozoic, or what not ...)
One day, a Homo habilis who lived there was scared to death when that stupid creature whizzed by on his motorcycle next to him. Homo habilis shouted angry - son of a bitch - When he had realized what he had done, he continued to repeat, bastard, bitch hijode son depute, ruling virtuosos ... was to tell his entire clan, that day else could be heard in the area that was not the son of a bitch. Days later, a pair of homo sapiens came upon passing a homo habilis that, to meet her, uttered the magic words. The homo sapiens who knew what a slut, and what was supposed to be her son opened the head with a rock to homo habilis. Since then, the man has never ceased to deal with their peers, therefore, the term bastard is currently used in disputes of any kind.

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Cucullatus lived happily in Mauritius. Cucullatus dodo was an impressive five feet vizco a bit dull. One day, walking along the beach, saw in the distance, beyond the sea, English ship, followed by several others like, went to the coast. Cucullatus
thought: "Of shit, there comes a good batch of cousins \u200b\u200bwho pluck." In case you did not know, my friends and contemporaries, the dodo was a being who possessed an uncanny knack for games letters, was defended with everything: tute, mus, Brisco, son of a bitch ... But his favorite was the classic poker.
As the English landed, picked up his game Cucullatus deck with galvanized steel case and went to the camp of the conquerors. Upon arrival, immediately sought expedition leader and challenge him to a game of poker, to which they replied in the affirmative after Descojonado laughing all the staff. Besides the chief, also joined the cook and the Catholic missionary and sentimental. The games were very fast, Cucullatus it had everything. His squint became an effective tool when the lamps marked. After several unsuccessful rounds, the chief, captain or hell ye call it, lost it and skewered to Cucullatus with his sword on the roof of the hut. The conquerors took an important mosqueo the fucking bird, the cook chased a female friend Cucullatus dodo and took souvenir, is now stuffed in some museum. The priest, dodo dodo plundering brushing, left no puppet head. When they left there, the English left loose a bunch of pigs that ate everything I had, plus all the rats that were there for them molo climate. In short order, the dodo was wiped out completely. And the fact that triggered the genocide was the special faculty of the dodo with the cards, who was going to tell us ...