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"Thierry M.,

I decide to write me, because as a man left and as far as UNEMPLOYED chômiste smoker chimney sweep, he finally come to me a poignant bewilderment about me. I m explains.

As a man and a citizen who loves repetition of style a little heavy (like "as" for example), which also explain my position as The Undisputed Blogger mocked More the Gauchosphère, I've never denied me well fuck my mouth, I must admit. Slight schizophrenia help, I masked and not moving first seeks to put straight from the outset It not easy for me: I have long since deserted the smiling plains of thought clear to the arid sands of the deserts of thought CSPienne.

My worldview has always allowed this casualness with spelling, grammar, style or even the most basic editing, which allows me to ask me almost as Thinker bourdieusin, and has Moreover, the folly of believing that its evil little turds will be read by wanked a guy like Rioufol has other fish to fry than to look at my anecdotal cases. Especially as he finally acknowledged he is a journalist and that I, little mud dry neurasthénisant lost in an apartment, I'm in a bar columnist alcoophile pétassogène Toulouse.

However, the diligent reading - I said reading, rereading not: that's for fags like Butch - my prose MYSELF eventually embrace some form of haunting anxiety, to not hide myself, I am worried I am afraid to do something as fatal qu'irréparable. Throw me one of these windows a little dirty on this bar a decrepit city of Toulouse boring boring again, for example.

Yes: each of my ticket - not because it s no proofreading, the party is craziest - O expresses rage and despair, that old enemy, why have I lived so much so that for this infamy and all that:

We invaded (with the "s" lost earlier, and thus the account is good) of the Libero, totalitarianism Sarko is upon us, damn it, it's dead, it remains only a handful of lucid minds identified by libérobobos evil.

And yet, I do not speak unitééééé, if Butch will again emit greenhouse gases to the nostrils.

It is true that first it was very fun to read. Very entertaining, if you want. Do not take it amiss, but these hallucinated hooting repeatedly aimed to denounce fascism and Nazism other without seeing red for me was, for anyone who has three neurons in running, madly refreshing, starting with d 'infamous spoofistes who now have the difficult task of facing a low level that it is quite heroic (here: Butch applause - it is always better than nothing, and meanwhile, it does not loofah).

But it seems to me that lately, with this mix of purity the "N" PA should not cozy up Méluche and Frondegoche but we will still take a good spanking , perhaps even by the PS, I think I said that this case is the straw that broke the fragile vessel of a somewhat overworked mental health ...

Force metaphor, power of paraphrasing, I leave here - and the reader - care to imagine a vase of mental health.

There, now let me ask a little indiscreet, Mr. Thierry M.: I have a girlfriend? I mean, outside this bouncing but hollow Butch whose sexual appetite is lowered, which currently does nothing to spill your guts on my sofa? Did I, like any good macho that the farts in the chick cop mechanically by reading a text winded in an atmosphere of a smoky bar sandstone of the underworld in Toulouse? Because for a being a little rough with me, the presence of a magnet can be a big help, and may even contribute to a small improvement in my condition. But I digress. To catch the hussy, I would have to make amends, and most importantly, I renew the decor inside and outside a pretty rotten life.

And when I talk about decor, I understand. Instead, look:

Ca tears, huh?

Is not it touching to imagine, walking my bald head for the seedy streets back home, a small box of 8.6 under the arm, along with a mustache radasse to be good enough me home (for a fee, eh, do not fool around)? Frankly, when you see these photos, we can only say that it sticks to my coat, this mediocrity! I'm no one round to writing, not a round in oral, not a true round.

Life of shit.

Thierry hesitate anymore! Happiness is in the meadow! Contacting the faster any pro-Chavez and Venezuela will find it: I have the happiness, me and me (and maybe Butch, too), timed to take showers in a communist paradise, one more!

Sincerely,

the Other Mr. Thierry "

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Big sores

When I'm running out of arguments and I do not know what to say to my interlocutors, I feel rising in me the necessary outrage fascist frustrated Monaco who drank too much, I am never defect out the little phrase that kills: If you continue like that, I'll make big sores.

Vlan, and there the evil Franco assumed that I am is all about myself and him: so it takes very little for that kind of fool enough patting themselves on its own intellectual poverty - and think that he concludes the final debate of how ... I and several times threatened my little fists of evil zealots of another thought that non-thought-activist, who had the impudence to tell me other things than I like on my other blog (including attendance and tickets are becoming more pity, by the way).

"Big Bobo," is what the promise to oppose the fascist alternative visions to his own, possibly hidden behind a little harsh speech Bourdieu clumsy designed primarily to hide the poverty of context, or, of Otherwise, clear calls to mass murder in perfect relaxation nazillarde I can muster, since the black smoke until tar and feathers. If you follow me.

And there you have clearly stopped the joke.

I speak especially to Butch who, not content to scrape a gonad without any discretion, generously fun to fart on the sofa on which I relied m'affaler after writing this post and reading the exhausting winded prose of the other myself on the blog that you are familiar.

I say stop, my little Butch: If you continue to emit greenhouse gas emissions and olfactory assault, I'll do Big Bobos on the nose, because then it starts to serious dauber in the small apartment Toulouse. And as the window is stuck over I kicked a chair reading the wickedness that was telling me about this blog and I farted handle, now we can not then open to fart, Butch is on the floor thank you.

And after this unfortunate interruption of my speech, let us return to the initial topic of this post ... I was saying ... Ah, I feel that some are already asleep.

Perhaps rather have you hear me mumble stupidly need, with my beautiful voice of Adonis, a slightly rancid old ticket of my other blog on one of these magnificent MP3 recording for the poor which sputtering and crying and couinouille? For this, I encourage you to dive into my radio show baltringue exciting roller, No higher than Bar, whose name is well chosen because ultimately the top of the bar, I do rarely see.

Good.

I see that I still lost some .

I can also tell you about the unitééééé brailllllllllllléééééer and continue left to the fact that they are nothing but m'embêtéééééer not all want go to "N" PA and we will find ourselves alone, me and Oliviéééééer.

But I feel I'm still me répétéééééer and especially me trompéééééer as before ( here and there ).

Frankly, I know, I'm really tiring with my tickets not funny, not funny my life, my Butch not that funny ...

Well, you're going to stop farting in my sofa, shit?

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This boy is a big damn funny

Today, my other self is trying, after analysis of uncertain feedback Figaro then exciting evenings of my MP3 drinking, to evacuate all the frustration of joyous events of the fall of the Berlin Wall, tragic day for me if it was then that I collapsed before the wet dreams of a great communicator that makes us happy or dead Both.

Fortunately for me to shadow him for that Thierry is still an opportunity to tap a little on his keyboard a few sour whining: the libero, they are PABOS the libéralimse is the fachimse, and capitalists make me very sad .

And also fortunately, I managed to find in other countries the possibility of an island paradise-communisto, as Houellebecq would write a quote that I history to culture, a bit like Thierry PUC cites an author, any one, say Bourdieu. A bit of Name Dropping the Delerme is terribly sore, but Thierry is worth it, it is cultuviré grown culture, right?

For if there was not the big Venezuelan Chavi, who and where would hope Thierry CSP? And how the Committee of Public Child abuse he would continue his saving work of seminal treatment of coils Crassous we lay writhing in painful abdominal constipation which a new stinker is not foreign?

Indeed, lest we forget not Chavez, Thierry CSP, my other self version langée not cleaned, he loves her terribly and is the true communism is not applied to screw up because you understand, it is a type legit. Not like the others here, who built the wall and have everything screwed up badly in the East. Or raised watchtowers and hungry North.

No.

There is serious. In addition, our Lider Rondissimo has the good taste to be farted in a country of oil. Has it all! Third world reserves!

Venezuela Chavez, energy, knows it!

That's why they save . A loud as possible (not hot water): rationing of electricity, showers, more golf for bastards petty bourgeois and more investment in infrastructure either for good measure, and presto, we gently prepares the whole population to move into military regime.

Oooh.

is still annoying, this major Communist stripping in a country full of oil, with a relatively favorable climate to grow everything and anything close to waterways, air, major tourist and dynamic short with something for everyone and still quite liked 15 years ago ...

far, it seems that all this has already played somewhere.

But where?

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All the King's beeeeeeer


Thierry makes radio. Finally ... "Fact" ... And "Radio" ... if you want ...

Conversations counter it well, that remains a pleasure coupable.ce is needed is especially, especially not to the recording ... it is getting pathetic.

Exactly. Peter is like in bed. Alone, it's really too good. Of that there is an audience despicable.

I did the radio. I was 17 and I was a schoolboy, it was on Radio FMR ... Puits Clos place at the time! We had no class and has something like emission. Incredible to hear their thirties also puerile, lobotomized SOFT AND THE BULB!

you got a voice bailiff megalomaniac. Friendly advice, remains in the old blog ...

3 minutes of listening ... Pity, what these wrecks?

's ideas JMLP in power for 25 years? Finding of failure to Goche, admission of general disinterest for your thesis totalitarian stale and me? And me? Gnagna gngnggg .. I fucks Sarkozyist gngnegne the super ... crevard!

CSP and drinking companions against the evil capitalists who dismantle public schools: the revolution has started!

Finally, CSP is its groupies who speak better ...

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The elegance of socialism bulk

Good. That is the fart that Thierry Gentleman Thinker. He thinks that by his shirt in his pants and underarm deodorant, he's equipped to think, think, think, everything that is fed a good-boiled marxiso bourdieusiste he spits at irregular intervals to show his culture, the bugger. Verily I say unto you, and not afraid to say so out loud and clear: CSP, it is full of paradoxes messy. He said "not to mess" but never expects anything until it's black smoke and to exult in his fierce pulse of small fascist repressed. For him, Socialism From XXIst century is the same as that of the nineteenth, but with the letters mixed .

A From there, it the opening of valves in industrial quantities charged nonsense: uniform everywhere and for all, because You see, the conservatism, it became strangely fashion, and can analyze everything in terms of class struggle and social status . It's easy, it Marxist-compatible application and it does minimal cerebral effort.

After analyzing political , cowardly in the Thierry analysis dress. We feel he has a lot (too) read Marie Claire in the toilets of trendy bars he frequented in hopes disappointed so far to fish other than tuna mustache on a consistent communist, he continues by tapping young wankers commuter, even though they are part of the working class he claims, he, the false-bobo offbeat love with every fiber, have yet to have the good taste of a voter registration card or member of the "N" PA and quantity are despicable.

What is interesting is that our Thierry makes his analysis on the clothing as the carrier of individuality, then attempt to refute it, while admitting that after all, zindividus (which he does is not included, as a reminder, it was officially declared Bulot Supreme Rock 'N' PA low tide) will do it anyway they want as well.

For example, based on the observation that hair-raising 75% of people wear jeans (Finger Wet & Statistics Institute Thierry M. de Toulouse), he concludes in a magnificent fallacy Two francs that all these people wearing the same thing are all the same, but regretted very much that people do not define themselves beyond their clothes, which is a typical paradoxical because, to reiterate, the zindividu n ' not exist in the thesis-Trotsko céhespienne. On balance, the zindividu does not exist uniform but it's great totalitarian but super, and ...

"You can wear uniform and remain a whole person, damn it!"

short. We swim in the middle of inconsistency from one end to another.

From Thierry CSP as actually 1 per day.

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Thierry tells us of his butcher

reviendu Thierry is with all the fury that only a fantasist could deploy after having taken a frigged brilliant (in every sense). spruced by a series of adventures as heartbreaking useless for improving general of humanity is our pet of company left in his rantings lamentable.

In ticket as long annoying, he tells us so its powerful analysis and fine prose of his butcher who commits a blog. It's ... very boring. Like all other tickets , it not escape the observation evidence : anything can be funny for casual reader fell by chance (and erroneously necessarily ) becomes repetitive and predictable completely after a dozen texts. In other words, with one ticket per day on average, the average reader snores on CSP in ten to twelve days chrono.

It seems fault write it in words to make it understood: Thierry poorly written, respecting all too well guns properly writing EdNat compatible . The form should be otherwise well basically a conventional incorrigible, where, finally, launched on brass rails, no idea exceeds the other, and where each alignment laborious digging in a word vocabulary a little skinny only provides a new repetition of an antiphon repeated endlessly in the hope that it is true, and we mean absolutely elsewhere, without the slightest trace of originality .

We gags.

It's long enough tasteless, and his subjects are a monomaniac closeness bordering on compulsive disorder. In three or four points, we made the turn.

could try to understand how he came to be confined to a few comments comments (Figaro, please), his stories willy (oh, yes, stories of wily, all 4 or 5 tickets on average), some crispy nonsense about his awkward interpretation of a poorly digested communism, and his vision ... Alternatively, say, the usual political theories which we understand - for their poverty - that she will never open the doors of any institution or political journal-writing whatsoever. We may add little spurts general strategist heads of gondolas in a suburban Prisunic (Toulouse, of course), the permanence to result in failure funny can barely put a chilli in writing otherwise monotonous, so we will have done the trick.

Meanwhile, this spoof has succeeded to attract a growing number of readers that they, like the kidding, the story of Butch and women mustache. And as it offers a vast field and conducive to mockery, we'll continue.

However, needless to say that now we choose your tickets the most fun to bring them to the pinnacle of absurdity that is struggling to reach Olympics despite repeated efforts.

Thierry CSP promises to be a topic of interest to study entomology still a good time. Happy reading.

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- Hello CSP.

- Hello Thierry, arf.

- Say my con, you'll tell us where you've spent the last days or you can go and do?

- Of course I'll tell you something. In good pathological liar, I could always invent a lot of stuff .

- Yes, but here it's not your another blog. Here, it must be true, solid, verifiable .

- I could always say that I tested for you Sarkozyist 20 years.

- Yes, you could . But nobody will believe you. On the one hand, because you no chopper masses (and you yourself say that) and secondly because in addition to that, with your trailer twix as a belt abdominal shabby terrorist chocolate bar , you no longer attracts as much divorced Communist ... of 50 brooms

- Yes there is no doubt ... I probably already just by writing. But I must respect my personal, that of the other blog : normally, a James Bond sex. Ok, it was not a circle, a job shit, rhetoric to cry, not a form Olympic sexual problems that put a nice touch Evrard-on, but I must continue to introduce myself as 007 of the adventure of creative willy .

- Well then, what happened in real life during these few days ?

- working ADSL line. Too bad.

Yes, say it like this, it's stupid. But I am sure are you going to develop.

- Yes indeed, because a thing like my testicle, I'm not finished hide, but I will like it used to experience some regular readers of this blog. So here it is: as we noted in a while, I'm bored and firm as I had an ADSL line, I spent the time to download porn like a big nag. And I fell on generators password for a site or two online ...

- Unhappy creature ...

- And I beg you to believe that there, I came across a piece of choice. So I spent several days trying to stuff more or less impossible and anyway uncountable with Butch. I chopper bulbs and I think my cock is a bit damaged, now ...

- Oh damn, still ...

- Yes, eh?

- That said, it explains much better why you were so busy these days, but not why you tell us about problems ADSL ... You would try to hide something? (I mean, in addition to your burns zgeg)

- Nay, my friend, not so! In fact, as I told you, I downloaded everything I could. I literally warms my ADSL router as never before. As I had no pinpin Because to push the crisis and thus more job (yes, even temporarily, I can not fit on the distance), I spent my days staring at the virtual buttocks.

- Your brain is sick.

- Yes. But this is not the issue. And so, by dint of download, I probably ended up arousing suspicions brigade of some salacious. It's Thursday night that the brigade in question landed in my house and grabbed my modem, the computer and all the rest. 3 terabytes of movies, some were even straight ... This means ...

- One trembles to imagine terrible picture ...

- The most beautiful yet to come: as I had in my little pogne Braquemart combat, standing proudly if a little bruised from my recent experiences, I obviously had an unhappy reflex.

- I refuse to believe that such expressions of dominant hétérovirilisme crypto-fascist has failed to provide any results!

- Are you kidding? Figure gymnastics clearly not approved, pants on ankles, I jumped back, I'm tangled in my little chair on wheels, and I fell backwards, trying to avoid big hairy legs Section assault that had just nab me in the heart of the action. I banged on the radiator. Blackout.

- Blood of Christ.

- When Jason Statham thinks about me is that demolded a cake. Ok?

- No but wait, something like that, it does explain the absence of writing usual neurotic since Wednesday, and most importantly, it has lasted so far.

- Yeah. Emergency coma for two days and stitches, observation. I emerged Saturday. Obviously, it took that knowledge (the "N" PA) are believed to explain that no, no, my diction and my reactions were although those I had before. Interns opted for very severe brain damage, but we managed to convince them that I was like that before.

- I begin to understand.

- short: just very ordinary.

- And now?

- Well I found a cyber cafe. Butch is going to go after a Manchee when I go find him. And plump too. With its small hole, 5 or 6 days it should be just Flapper, now.

- Well, good luck ... Biafine?

- Ah, yes, thank you, it will serve me ...