is Saturday. Some people do not know what to do on Saturdays and goes and gets them in the washer, like laundry. They are people whose life revolves around work, so that when they break, curl, "What am I doing today?". Damn, man, they cut your nails of the feet-just do not have time during the week, "go to the park, read, reflect, tighten the screws on the furniture, wash the car, stays with friends ... I do not know; the things you can do on Saturday ... But no. There, you see, to the midnight and still scratching his head. Yo, some Saturdays, I go to "Ikea." Not to buy, which to me that getting into a store with no windows and where you are organized to the way you move inside, is that the film reminds me of the "cute", what was his name? ... Ah, yes, "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest": jo, how to bend people to take patterns and stop thinking for themselves. No, no. What I do is I sit on the door of "Ikea" and note to clients. I have a folding chair, inherited it from my uncle Philip. Take a folding chair is a luxury, you can take it anywhere and look at life without tired. Well, that, I feel at the door of "Ikea" and I happened pipe, I ride every story ...: "Why this guy want a waitress on wheels? The same is to have a dog who likes to walk well, "and I imagine him pushing the cart with the 'mongrel' above.
Anyway, as I am on Saturdays I can not moth-eaten. Go to not take this well. Today, for example, I will finish splitting the canopy of the terrace. I broke up the middle, and I've noticed that if I open the gap further, I get the freshness, and I have better views. If you already told my mother: "This child 'spends' a frightening intelligence."
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