Thursday, September 25, 2008

Is Expired Chicken Broth Safe

* Story - Kustor


-Business. Strictly Business.
Kustor's voice paused. He lit a Gitanes and began to tell.
-The world has changed, Mike. When we started we were idealists, we fought thinking that one day we could build a better world, a place without wars, without rich and poor. We used the war to the things that we did not like. And so I did for years. Then one day comes a little man. A bank employee, at first sight. Frank sent me
-Wise.
-Ah. And we feel a bit '. What would Frank Wise from me?
-We need to talk business.
-Nothing to do - I'm like - people like you I will plant a bomb under your butt and make them disappear. Whatever you want me to say I do not care. In fact, you do well to disappear too.
-I would say that you should listen to my proposal.
-I would say that I have no time.
-I repeat that suits you. Listen to me. That made me menacingly
blood boil. I would have strangled him with my hands, they 'immediately. Then instead decided to listen to him.
-We know of your business. You're good. Very good. For a bit 'of time, you have also been chasing. Then we decided it was better to let them do what they wanted. Basically anything else that you did not play our game. The more you attack a police station, plus we had an excuse to increase our presence in the area. A base blown up? Three new bases nearby. Was great. Why put a spoke in the wheel? Then you started to aim higher. Instead of continuing to hit military and special forces you have a swelled head and you started with politicians. Then the financiers, multinationals ... you know, we had to give you the strength to start hunting ... and now I'll show you something.
opens his bag and pulls out a set of sheets.
-View these listings? Check it out.
take two or three sheets and start reading. Then I take another. And then another.
-We are all - me - You see? There are just all people in your organization. Foundations, donors, supporters. But even addresses, names of family members ...
-OK, enough - I'm like, The iron between the eyes - do not scare me with this stuff. You know that if you destroy our organization in two months we have a new resilient and proven ready to go into action. Do not fool me. No sir. Tell me is there something in your proposal, do not tell me you made me lose all this time to no avail ...
- Play Yes. Now comes the fun. We could continue the war to us, go the next ten years to make us jump into the air. But should we? You are old now, Kustor. Will you stop doing the idealist? The Don Quixote of my boots? You know what it's about the future? It speaks of a hunger for oil, a hunger for energy. The people of Earth are completely dependent on oil and natural gas. It will be even more in coming years. They will pay any price. Gold, diamonds ... will not be worth anything. Oil, oil ... it is called just that, from now on. We do not want that in ten years the Russians and the Arabs Comandini the world. And we are organizing to resist this dominance.
The discussion was taking a different turn. I put the iron in his pocket.
-Easy. Come on to take the oil where it is. Westernized and moderate Arab countries, there's no way. They are powerful, well-organized. Become our enemies, in a few years. Come on in Islamic countries. They are backward countries, where who is stronger is the master. There are social organizations, governmental structures, nothing. Only a mass of tribes that they should slaughter one another. Go there 'and we take the oil.
"But you take me for a ride? How will you take the oil?
- What the whole world already knows is that they were Muslims, who have bases of terrorism and unconventional weapons, although it has never been true. But not enough to justify an invasion. An invasion coast. Thousands of soldiers, ships, planes ... we should be attacked, to react in that way ... well, this is your job, Kustor.
What I must tell you - he said at last Kustor, extinguishing a cigarette on the marble - I did a good job. I do not regret. I designed a ghostly attack. I gave all the indications and Frank Wise ran the homework. Three thousand dead? Maybe they were just so '... this is one of the few things that have come from the news ... but the funniest thing was seeing the face of the head of that terrorist organization which invented the fake CIA. What a laugh, to see that stupid face with a white beard. Every so often comes out on television and threatens the world from its mountains. Lives mountain, like Heidi, in an area no bigger than a small European country. Three hundred Marines, plus a multinational army was not able to find it. Indeed, once we were about to take fled in motion. Come on ...
Kustor laughed heartily. I must say I was not very funny. I did not know how or when, but I knew it would happen somewhere else, before I could get out of there.
- Now you know everything. But I do not trust you, Mike. You're too smart. A friend like you do not want it. Imagine an enemy.
As she said Kustor nodded his head to one of the men holding my arms behind my back. A shooting pain went through my neck.
The last thing I saw was my body piled on the floor like an empty bag, covered by the blood that flowed from under the mouth.

Why Kidde Fire Alarm Beeping

Story - Shot of muzzle


What are you looking at? You have a guilty conscience?

Rights. You do not understand anything. You look at me with those pleading eyes and I ask questions as if I could answer.

- What's your name?
- Are you hungry?
- Why are you angry with me?

Never mind, I have my reasons to be pissed.
eye And then, I'm not a stray, one of those dogs dirty and ugly that you see on the street.
I'm in a big house with a huge garden. A kennel with all the comforts, lunch and dinner with wind window, and when I'm hot I threw in and it seems the air conditioning. Then, in the afternoon, Mark and Alex make me run to take the stick. Still further, and I run. Faster and faster, and I always faster.

and then play football. They make me a pass at mid-height and I make a leap to take it with the muzzle. Shot of muzzle, they call the children.

- Dick run, there's the cat!

And I'm running and I do miss. Mica I've got fear, I will. Once there were three, I chased until they fled and never returned.

I am the master of the garden, absolutely! The morning passes Andrea, out there by the fence. - Hello Dick - he tells me and I bark twice. They taught me a healthy way. Then he gets the gate of the kitchen and the lady throws me something the night before. High-grade stuff. And every morning, not stories!
And when the boss comes out? I put close to the machine and wait for him to say goodbye. Only wag, because he hates it when I put in the machine.
Not to mention when I put on my pants legs to play. The time I tried I was kicked in the stomach I threw up green for two days. Now I know, do not take more beatings.

Strange, you're just weird, you humans. This morning my boss was ten minutes crying like a baby for me get in the car.
not hear the end I decided to go up. But instead of making me go up front with him, as I expected after that skit, I opened the trunk to make me put on a black nylon bag and sticky. But if you really want to be with me, put me so far that you need to talk to me scream louder the stereo? But look what kind.

He continued to scream, and I on that nylon, with the smell of lavender that I hate. And here's Dick, and Dick there, I said we were going to the lake, in a fantastic place. We arrived and made me get off.

I was not even shown a bit 'of the lake that I did:
- Dick, let's see if you get this!

and gave me a wood farther than I had ever seen before.

Oh yeah? Now I'll show you how long it takes, I thought. I got a rocket and came back fast.

But where are you? But what goes away is your car?
Rights. But how? You did not want the stick? I run at full speed to catch it and then you go away?

So I put down the stick and waited. I waited. Until you came along!
soon as I saw it I understood everything that has happened. It 'not your fault, surely. I play there the collar.
I was going to take my stick and you and my master did you even put you to play a piece of wood. You have pulled him away, so 'far that my boss had to run in the car to take andartelo.

Come on, I went, I know it's a game. Sometimes you make a shot too strong. Look, even I stop barking.

play together. Got a ball? I'll show my face shot!

Come on, wait here with me. I know him well, my lord. Sooner or later comes back, you'll see.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Mandap Cost Toronto Blog



and after the pair of chairs was the coffee table, bbq, libraries, PC with internet and TV, and that at this time assomogliava a holiday home started to become the place to go after work or where invite friends to dinner.
and now makes a little 'cold outside air can no longer eat,
starting to grow basil, parsley and other plants that I had made,
that when I get home is dark and raining and maybe just as I am walking with two huge shopping bags,
now, I knew I had found a place to call home .

Thursday, September 18, 2008

How To Clean Mudd Boots

My life on the edge of casino Wall Street Small

read this article. Very instructive, I think. From the Republic of
today

http://www.repubblica.it/2008/09/sezioni/economia/borse-7/scatola-broker/scatola-broker.html

Hello
Piero

Monday, September 15, 2008

Does Ross Sell Fake Jansports?

moody


When the sky trying to melt,
were engulfed in heavy clouds,
circles that make us turn to the head,
like tops in the hands of infants .

You came back, the moon shining above us show
by sinuous movements,
hiding in alternate states of mind,
devouring us dreamers thoughts.

wanders in the sky, have attracted
seas with attractive sweetness
did you hide in our shadow,
offering splendid reflections of beauty.

But now the dark clouds,
curtain hides you,
creating a wall between us,
that without looking, gap becomes.


dave-

Friday, September 12, 2008

Snowmobile Can You Rebuild Crankshaft At Home

writers grow ...

And so came the time of the first review as I'm concerned ...

http://www.parvapolis.it/page.php?id=41361

Well? Celebrating or not? Meanwhile, thanks to Nadia Turrell! Hello



Piero