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A cute little quiz on Everest to check if you know the basics necessary to go to the conquest of Everest.

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A Steak! Rare please!

No, I'm not at the restaurant! Just a small meeting room from pan rises to MurMur ... and voila, the steak! A very nice red steak on the first joint of my middle finger, a stupid piece of skin oval hangs nicely on my finger ... OK ... I spare you the details :-)

If steak, here's my strategy:
-0 - Before you start ... take a breath ... and bite the bullet. The thing with one hand ... from time to time ... y 'lil' misfires :-) But nothing really bad :-)
-1 - Cutting specific bits of skin hanging (that's not bad ... believe me it comes :-) Songs already posted :-)
-2 - Clean the wound with soap and water (yes ... with hands full of POF is not the top)
-3 - If possible use a healing cream (it is even good!)
-4 - Allow the steak to the open air to dry tranquillou (if possible without disturbing the finger too ... thats hot. Oddly, now that we have an irresistible urge to use those fingers :-)
-5 - After one day the wound dried properly, I cover with a plaster to protect a little.
-6 - And voila ... There is healing but wait ... and it is left to climb!

the way ... February 3 tips to avoid the steaks
- Do not swing magnesia on it ... OK it has a tendency to want to dry the wound ... but I do not mean the pain that follows :-( Note ... on long routes, it can be used ... and then as the Terminator said: "Pain is merely information": - )
- Do not immediately cover with a dry dressing! At the risk of the dressing sticks to the wound during drying. And I do not speak of return of blood-tinged steak, snatching the dressing of the wound ... :-(
- The super glue out of the steak ... (Lut véridique! on several forums) seems to be an ultimate solution! Hmm ... not to mention its toxic side :-( Hmm ... it

not all, a little hungry ... I'd much me a steak!

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Stone Nudes Calendar - 2008 Edition

Forget the Pirelli calendar! Forget the Gods of the Stadium! Even better than the lessons of Aubade calendar! Climbers! We have our schedule both evocative and aesthetic while expressing the artistic aspect of the gesture of climbing ... but right now I am perhaps a bit too :-)

Go directly http://www.stonenudes.com/ . After a year of abscence, the timing of climbers Dean Fidelman returns for 2008!

See it on: Stone Nudes

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sunny Sunday at Old Castle Climbing

The last Sunday of September was quite pleasant. The opportunity to leave the Paris region to spin in Burgundy. And Hop! We're off to Old Chateau

:-) Always a pleasure to rub the everlasting granite rock of St. Catherine, the opportunity to retry a project: Sigfried - 6c + !

And Ben ... we just say no it is a great success, but still better than the last time :-) Once the restoration done to the third draws, the sequence is even more hellish! However, not all will be done this time though, but still not chained :-( Will come back to Old Chateau :-) One day I'll make it ... One day ... I'll make it!

Old Castle (21460) Info:
- Getting there: Old Castle, Cote d'Or, Burgundy, France
- weather today

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imitating Spiderman!

Who never dreamed to be able to climb with the ease of Spiderman. Can crawl on any surface without slipping, whatever the inclination! Of course, it's pure science fiction! Us! Climbers! Know how this is impossible. Imagine 9a to bring everybody!

Incredible! No, not really ... this is a matter of time. Seen on Futura-Sciences today, a scientist thinks he can recreate the adhesion ability of Spiderman, or at least lizards (the same as those that run on the rocks of Fontainebleau :-)

Nicola Pugno, expert physics of carbon nanotubes, has everything "naturally " explored the possibility of making a costume with Spiderman gloves and boots coated nanotubes suitable filaments. What make our old shoes obsolete. Alain Robert will soon be alone, we will see Spiderman appear everywhere on the skyscrapers ...


Another researcher had already had fun creating a kind of hyper-adhesive tape .

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Remove the drums and trumpets, I announce that I officially moved this space! The reasons were primarily technical, but ultimately, I love having my own point.com and several men are in charge of renovating my new home while I am content to require and order. Thank you to my friends and Potato Potato (it looks like I like my potatoes) and also Moofo running my every whim (but do not think I should say, would seem to be a blank check).

It is not over, the appearance is not final but my goons will take care to realize all my desires shortly. Remember to update your links to my site and ... Welcome!

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Via Ferrata de Saint-Christophe-en-Oisans

Leaving Grenoble towards Vizille then Vénosc - The Berardi by the road leading to the ski resorts of Les 2 Alpes and Alpe d'Huez. It falls directly on the site at the entrance of Saint-Christophe-en-Oisans. Crossing the Campground Map Lake we get from the Via Ferrata.

The first section of the Via Ferrata is done by cross slightly above the turbulent waters Vénéon. From the outset, it is filled with the beauty of the scenery. Feet almost in a vacuum and water déchaînnée brings a great atmosphere. While moving along the Via Ferrata you can enjoy an unobstructed view of the Massif des Ecrins. A treat :-)

The second part, the longer it takes more than height and plays a little on the physical vertical and some sides, while continuing to cross. Little originality, the gateway to 15m the precarious balance to cross

:-) Finally the third part begins by crossing the road. Little hard piece of cliff that ends on large slabs. On arrival we are greeted by the Virgin of the collar after the 350 meters of climbing. Around 2:30 we will have been necessary to achieve it by taking our time.

Difficulty: D, Via Ferrata is certainly one of the best, enjoying a great southwest exposure. The view standing on the Vénéon and the Ecrins makes superb ride :-) And yet ... I'm not talking about pie in the village bar Mirtilla ... no ... I've said nothing ... Go ! It's HUGE ;-)

Saint Kitts en-Oisans
- Getting there: Camping Plan du Lac, Saint-Christophe-en-Oisans, Isère, France
- weather today
- Guide: All via ferrata in France - 15 Euro - ISBN: 2847991476
- IGN 1:25000: 9.50 euros - 3336ET
- On the Internet: http://www.viaferrata.org/

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Cliffs 3D Geoportail

Some time ago, IGN launched the site Geoportal , competitor to the famous French Google Earth. At launch, the success was immediate, such a success that the site is rapidly unavailable due to too many visitors. Without being really different from its competitor, announcement Geoportal outset its intention to make the 3rd dimension. Well that's it, 3D is now available! Apart from the fact
admire the landscape relief, what a pleasure for us climbers to get a glimpse of our next climbing cliffs, get a sense of relief ahead.
few months ago, we climbed to Marseille in various coves. Here are views of the cove via Sormiou Geoportal. The realism is stunning ... it reminds me of good memories :-)

Some links:
- IGN
- Geoportal

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Yesterday afternoon, my Tamer using a technique little subtle for me to say it finds that my life is too hectic challenged me to spend an evening alone at home until arriving around 21:30. Since I had a ton of things to do, I gladly accepted this challenge and decided to put him in full view, history to make him realize how much it is nice to have a girlfriend as energetic and sociable than me. I waited in pajamas (not cute at all) collapsed on my sofa, Canal life loudly and I fell asleep watching TV. Too bad for him.

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This morning, my lion tamer who presumably takes the role of male seriously called into question the path I walk every morning to get to work. He said I should get on the freeway earlier to avoid the lights on Notre Dame. I have attempted to explain that the Champlain Bridge exit is joyful and full of commuters that it sometimes causes small traffic jams, he maintained his point and he hit the nail on the grounds that during the holidays, commuters are happy about any range at Old Orchard.

short of arguments, so I followed his advice and am therefore arrived 30 minutes late for work, Ville-Marie was closed to traffic due to accident. I never listens to advice from a traffic granbyien Montreal.

This little break in my car without air conditioning still made me very relaxed this morning ... until my phone rings and a number j'aperçoive fucked up on my display. ... 19171234568 Kind Of that it? It must be that damned Rogers ... Rogers calling me and harassing me m'enjoindre to pay exorbitant administrative costs for some reason ... I will answer for my tone as dry and violent: Allôooooooo?

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you! (You are here means full subtle to announce with great fanfare that I celebrate my 26th birthday today) was a friend who now lives in Dubai with his number a thousand numbers. It was not Rogers. I have not had my dose of hysterics today, but I should be able to avoid it. Not only is my birthday and it's glorious sunshine, but I'll be on vacation starting tonight.

This is just to see my brothers, I'll be back very soon ... in my new space. In the meantime, I leave tomorrow to go diving with two buddies in Boston, I go back Monday night, I jump (three times!) Tuesday and leave for Lake St-Jean-Thursday. Starting tomorrow and until the end of my vacation, and the jealous Mumu Tamer will co-habitation. This is the ultimate test.

I give you news as soon as possible!

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hysterics

Being a great person and full of qualities, it is obvious that I had, since my youngest age, to develop an apparent failure, history of putting a little humanity to my god (Thank you to this romantic boy who wrote me once that line).

course, be punctual and reliable are qualities we-don't-perhaps more drabs as being a perfectionist is a fault con probably invented by law students looking for an internship allowing them to work 80 hours per week and have finally, for the first time in their lives, the impression to exist [end of editorial comment of the day]. Me up and place qualities or defects in any insomniac to sleep, I opted for a fucking pig character, This allows me to spend a third of my life obstinate to put butter on my table and spend another third of my life arguing with my friends for the sheer fun of it. The other third of my life, that, well ... that's it.

The worst fault in my opinion does not have a bad temper but not to use it effectively. In order to get all this rage and resentment within Me, I've learned over the years it was necessary to find a scapegoat who would be happy to absorb all your anger when a surplus arises. This wonderful strategy to help you save your sweetheart, your friends and family will be happy to share the rare moments when, as a temperamental, you hang a smile to your face.

Most often than not, the scapegoat manifests itself, which frees you to peel classifieds network contact to find it. It sounds to your door, calls you or writes you to ask you, nay, beg you to hate him with all your might.

My

scapegoat to me showed up the nose for the first time in 2003. He phoned me first tell me tell me that I was the lucky winner of a cell phone and then visit me to give me the phone and make me famous sign a contract of twelve million years with Display - Voicemail - three hundred and ten thousand options minutes per month.

My life then changed forever. I had found in Rogers, the man who would allow me to effectively utilize my strong temperament, show my displeasure and free me quibble periodically for peanuts. So I just go (again!) 10 minutes on the phone with a representative of my friend Roger, I wanted the bottom of my heart, to thank him on behalf of everyone around me for all this rage defused. Thank you Rogers.

PS For all sensitive to this world that would want to complain about poor service representatives customer of my friend Rogers, who are underpaid and are basely by me when I yelled administrative fee of $ 25.00 that appear for no reason on my bill, you must remind my friends that I am a goddess descended directly from heaven to all the relatives of these temperamental, is without doubt myself the scapegoat for these representatives.

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Medieval climbing at Castle Climbing Mount Tweeter Center

No! I will not talk about the latest Harry Potter book comes out, but a castle! A castle unusual because it is actually a climbing gym in the middle of north London. Arriving there, impossible to miss the castle, the 30 meters in height are clearly visible from the roadside. There it is! The Castle Climbing Center awaits us ...

Once inside, it is not King Richard nor the cobwebs that we wait, but a climbing gym well equipped, very colorful. We understood immediately that we will soon have fun :-)

In this SAE , there are all levels of climbing. With so many way for beginners and challenging with beautiful overhanging routes. Attention to quotes they are English! Basically, add 1 degree for the French trading (Ex: UK gives about 5c 6c FR) Not to mention the pan, joyfully nicknamed "The Cave" ;-) Just a detail! Going to London, do not forget your slippers :-)

Leaving the room, one can not help but go back for a last look at this castle. Who uninitiated might suspect is hiding in the house ...

The Castle Climbing Center
- Getting there: Green Lanes, Stoke Newington, London N4 2HA, Great Britain
- Official Website: http://www.castle-climbing.co.uk/

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If we had this summer is sunny, I would be inevitable in a coma at the moment. If the gloomy weather of recent weeks does not stop me from camping and diving, she certainly constraint to domestic beers, which is frankly less interesting. Still, I'm caught in this whirlwind again and I dream in silence (sacrilège!) a movie night in my sofa ...

True to my habit, I put everything tomorrow, including the evening quiet. Thus, I leave for other lands (again!) Tonight to go diving in a dark, cold lake just to see Quebec . Tomorrow night, back to Montreal and sushi dinner with a friend blogger who wishes not publicize the fact that I cotoie. Saturday night to Sunday promises to be the longest I've had for weeks. Not only am I alone (Tamer being in NYC) but I have NOTHING Sunday. NOTHING. I can not believe it. Well, it is true that I have do my washing, my household, filing papers lying around for ages and give love to Mumu is about to get himself to the SPCA, but I will have no time constraints. What my body wants me this day of inertia seat Indian (tailor to my French friends), to classify papers with Celine Dion blaring in my ears (for some reason, I am a machine to do the household When Celine Dion is playing ...)

great weekend everyone!

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You know my love for Montreal, for its restaurants, its culture, its diversity. But I do not think you have already talked about my hatred for the City of Montreal. The city with a capital V. To whom you are dealing to pick up his garbage, your recycling bin, the one to whom we pay our parking tickets. This one.

First, if you want to have hours of fun on a website, I highly suggest the site of the City of Mouriaux . You will never find the information you want, even using their search engine. If the webmaster of the City reads these lines, I address my complaint in proper form:

"Could you LOUD please, Mr. webmaster of the beautiful city of Montreal, to honor the legendary simplicity of its people and allow me, in a few mouse clicks to get information on the fine services offered by my great city and its boroughs? LOUD please ... "

you recall, my friends, that I'm dumb blonde, I received a parking ticket because I had parked on a Tuesday in a prohibited area because I thought Monday, being well mixed by the leave of the Victoria Day. I have learned over the years and experience in ticketing that nothing is running, the city is in no hurry to recover the amounts owed by his wicked citizens who parked illegally. Thus, I expect that the period of 30 days and then I get a notice from the Municipal Court telling me I have to pay in the next 30 days the same amount. Since the City does not impose penalties or interest charges, there is little incentive to promptly pay the fines, this money is much more profitable in my pockets for the next two months.

I found that the city had increased the price of tickets, from $ 42 $ 47. I assume that to achieve such an increase, officials have worked up a draft regulation, consult with people specialized in coercive methods, whatever. Municipal politicians have definitely had to look at it, and shove a little, cast their opinion and vote. Perhaps that social groups such as consumer or Option ACEF also looked into the matter and prepared a nice report in triplicate on the reason for their disagreement with these measures. All this has inevitably expensive.

Well now that I have received, there are already some time, a review of the Municipal Court, telling me that naughty girl I am, I neglected to pay my ticket the day after Victoria Day and that I must do so within the next 30 days, ... amount of $ 42. It would have been too expensive to change the amount of the infringement in computer systems to increase from $ 42 to $ 47. Another fine example of inefficiency.

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Inefficiency in the mouth of the lion and you

If is an excellent strategy to go camping with her ex in order to refresh his memory about the reasons for the rupture, it should probably be much with a new lover in order to test the potential of a relationship. My Lion Tamer told me during our first meeting in Ontario, he "hated camping. For him, it's pure misery and it is quite illogical to consecrate oneself in misery.

Earlier last week, I asked him if he is available the following weekend, I get a favorable response and asks if he wants us to do "something together". He is quite enthusiastic, I asked him what he wants and he replies: "No matter, as long whether we are together "

I had to be offered on a silver platter the only chance to convince him that the campsite was frankly owl. Having ascertained that the weather was not going to give us a flood rule for the weekend, I took care of all the preparations for the weekend, just to make the experience easy and light. My strategy was simple enough to make him feel at last that the campsite is basic but does not do too much to give the impression that he is human and it is useful ( and even Suddenly, check if it has both feet in the same boot). The torture of the tent (of waiting) is completed, the first test passed with flying colors (pun funny, courtesy of a blogger friend but definitely not a joker, which is affectionately nicknamed the pun. It was an end Week remarkably pleasant, sweet, simple and joyous.

I decided last week to validate the controlled appellation of "lion tamer" with the main person to endorse my choice. I thought it was a great idea because not only has it easy legendary with the lioness that I am but it also lives near the Granby Zoo ... I called it simply the lion tamer, to test his reaction, to which he replied: "Ha, someone you got the story? "

Me:" Um, what story? "
Him:" Well, the story of the lion tamer ... Why are you talking about that you? "
Me:" Well well there ... I thought you were going well it's just that ... But you, what's your story lion tamer? "
Him:" Once I went out with buddies of guys and we addressed girls saying anything and one time I was released I was lion tamer ...

It is definitely more original than me ... When the urge to change the personality takes me, I become a dental assistant in Congress .

Unable to keep a secret more futile than two minutes, I finally tell him the nickname because of the little that I had unearthed. When Mr. Wings had learned about this page, it had not sought to get the address and had not asked to read a few lines (I suspect elsewhere not to read). The lion tamer, an endangered species has a personality definitely more curious and turned on the Ti-chicken, non-endangered species that invades backyard Quebec. As the lion tamer's head into the mouth of the lioness, I try to keep secret these lines ...

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Machiavelli

I sensed some concern among some of my readers the most Machiavellian. I have to go to the evidence that some of you who like to go home laughing my social dysfunction or for consolation to see that there are far worse than oneself. Obviously, my "inability to make me a serious boyfriend" (quote from an anonymous fru) contributes greatly to perceive me as a dysfunctional society. The fire is made in the home, readers hungry for the misfortune of others are panicked at the idea that I become a person of sound mind and that my stories are the most exciting (and I quote from a concerned reader): "Me and namoure went to the layer-by Saturday morning to fill the propane tank "

Machiavellian Machiavellian and, rest assured, my social skills are still suspicious of them, despite the charming young man who gravitates around me. Moreover, I had to be put back on the right track last night Fairy, who is probably still the mental health, it shows you how much I derailed. I get a call from a potential male to whom I gave my number two months ago. "Hi. I wanted to invite you to go have a drink tomorrow night, "I accept that invitation outright. Besides the fact that it really necessary to have pride to accept an invitation after two months, it should be noted here that this is the day that the relationship with (you'll find a ti-name? ) style is a bit like as it were formalized. Well, that much is official ... not starting in fear, but rather official to tell me that he had flushed all his harem to devote his whole body on my own. Fairy and the American Stephen looked at me with big eyes and wicked scolded me. So I have flushed my date tonight because I am no longer single. It would look like it's a basic principle.

Last night, when the mercury dropped dramatically on the outside (I put the heater in my car this morning!), The fire started in my head. Within One night, I had time to think to be falling in love, make love, sleep an hour or two, to have a smooth conversation with several hours (you'll be ti- find a name?) , become convinced that I would fall in love, to convince me that I should not fall in love, convinced me that finally, it did not work, make love, have another sweet conversation, thinking that I might eventually fall in love and so on, until my brain begs me to stop and the only command that it sends me this morning is a Socratic deduction. Girls are complicated. I'm a girl. So, I'm complicated. I still do not understand what is the relationship to feel strong emotions as a person before we finally do not know. It should be banned. I am against it myself. But what you want me FESE , it's even worse I have no time to lobby to change that.

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I interrupt you a few minutes time to tell you about a blog that I love. Many of you know but for those who would never pointed at her, I suggest you Veronica strongly . She uses the words perfectly. She not only has my admiration because it run faster than his shadow, but also because it makes music with words ...

Go see it, you will not regret!

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As Nitram am deeply boring stories with my cat and I have nothing else to express on my new conquest a huge stupid smile and satisfied, I tried the shot for a History garage. This morning I had to go to fill up with gasoline. I do it once every three weeks and must inevitably be it when the price of gasoline has jumped lightning the night before, but hey, I accept my fate and normally do without complaining, in particular to punish me for being too chicken deluxe to take the subway. The self-service pumps remain a great mystery to me especially since they are all different from each other. Maybe I should choose one and be faithful, but as I bring myself to go piss me off to put gas only when my car starts to burp, I have, more often than not the choice of oil.

This morning I go to Shell. Happy to be there and to accumulate air miles points. It's so much fun to spend air miles on cosmetics at Jean Coutu than having washer ostis Free with Petro-Points. In short, I park my car at the pump. I open the cap and the analysis tite slot where I insert my credit card. Insert the card. Removes the map. A beggar bicycle approached and wonder of exchange. Too many seconds elapsed between the insertion of my credit card and the next intervention, which meant that I no longer have the opportunity to insert my card air miles. I press cancel. Unable to cancel . Pardon? I want my air miles point-uh!

I finally abdicate, after all, it definitely pays to go to work more than take 15 minutes to collect an air mile and a half. I took the gun and tries to choose the 87 octane gasoline, because anyway, I do not even know what it is octane and come to think, I do not want that much of the learn. It does not work. I have a choice between gasoline to 91 octane and 91 octane gasoline, which by definition, cost more expensive. I realize that I took the gun from rich, I'm not. Shame on me and my Hyundai accent trying to be part of the elite. I redeposited gun, takes one to the other side, managed by the same tite credit card slot, so no way to finally raise my points air miles. I finally managed to put gas poor, puts the cap, into my car starts and advance.

In my rearview mirror, I see a huge pair of tits wobble up and down, accompanied by two arms that are moving all sides. The madam of the gas station chasing me for stealing gas. Appear that the tite slot has not felt well my credit card. These are things that happen slots that do not feel well ...

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You will remember the green plant before which Mumu posing. This is obviously a species of grass that I buy at the pet store and I'm pushing to regulate digestion of Mumu. Of course, he absolutely loves. Before it was a buffet and my cat is not equipped with the device used to warn that enough is enough, until it engulfed diarrhea that ensues . So I took control of the lawn and give him only occasionally. The pot is now on the balcony and Mumu is a very clever cat, as soon as I opened the door, he hastens to sneak to devour the buffet like a beggar in front of a plate of spaghetti. Yesterday evening, following ingestion of worthy guzzler, it proceeded to vomit suddenly herbs intact he did not even bother to chew. Like vomiting is very common activity in the cat, whether cat or lioness, I did not make case gave him some water and am moved to other activities.

This morning Mumu came cooing in my bed after the first snooze . I played with him a few minutes until I look at his behavior suspicious. It rolled onto itself without shutting down with panicked eyes. I know this cat as if I had given birth and knew that Mumu was not well at all. I had the memory of a dog from a cousin who had died of a heart attack and his behavior just before his death was entirely consistent with what I observed in my beloved cat. I listened to his heart and it seemed to fight rather quickly, albeit at a constant speed and anyway, what do I know in my heart chat? So I was not at all reassured.

I had to leave and my mother, who crib at home a few days due to a meeting in the city tomorrow, spent the day at my apartment to do lots of things I did not have time to do and are anyway, always better than doing it by myself. I was, somehow reassured that it is there to watch over my protege. I then told him: "If Mumu dies today, it would be nice if you got rid thee before I return, "what she acquiesced, being also not convinced me that I have a rational and mature response to the corpse lying on my bed Mumu.

passing a final test before dying out, I get up out of bed and whistles to follow me, he does consistently every time. I whistle. He looks at me with panicked eyes. I watch with my eyes in panic. He rises a vague gesture and follows me with a step unsteady, his head looking towards the eighth floor. He collapsed on the side, at my feet. I took him in my arms and find out it's front paw caught in her scarf, evidently causing this series of suspicious behavior. Mumu is saved.

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The lioness purrs

Life is full of surprises sometimes. That's what makes his wealth. Happiness seemed to me in recent months as something to build, according to shape my own aspirations and my own desires. That's what I tried to achieve with a little help and the results were inconclusive. For some time, I wanted to go beyond my limits, going beyond what I comfortable to darken achieve my goals and find a few others.

For several weeks so I had acquired the peace of mind. I was, for the first time in a long, happy with my choice. I agreed to this strange sound hacker who spread out and disperse. Which runs to the left and right looking for a new thrill. Who lives more for fun than for career achievement. It seems to Benin for some, but this reality, in the profession I does not exist or is unreachable fled into the depths, whatever. I love what I do, I think I can do so very long ago, but real life for me is two-thirds of the time when I drink a drink in good company, where I explore the waters of St. Lawrence, where I am exploring below by a charming person.

summer began in canon, I can hardly find an hour to do my laundry, I feel like I spend the week to organize my weekend and that's exactly what I wanted. A few meetings here and there, nothing was very convincing and well ... The life I learned that I still could not decide everything. She put a spoke in my wheels and placed too handsome young man in my way. I tried to resist but that one, I think he did an MA in art of seducing a fierce lioness.

This is obviously an embryo relationship. Those who know me know that I do not usually sell the chickens before they hatch and the last time I had this good feeling was long ago.

To be continued ...

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just completed another weekend of diving in Ontario. It is still raining in Ontario. All weekends that God takes the good and I am in Ontario, is the fleet. It's funny when camping in the rain, but like anything, it ends up disgusting. Not only is the bait that I have spent the last few days, but when it came time to take off, my partner was gone, the latter having taken leave camp to fulfill his conjugal duties. The problem with the fact that my partner is not with me at the time of departure is that camping is all that she and I have invented. We are first installed, the first ready to eat, the first having gathered all together, the first ready to go. Efficiency. It is us.

As happens on occasion of mind quick as a seagull in front of a Big Mac, I had the bright idea to end my weekend camping with the only ex who has become my friend. But the friendship between former, it has certain limitations. An ex, it remains an ex. And if camping with her ex you appear like a great idea, I strongly suggest you give yourself a few slaps back of the head time to make the little intelligence you have. This guy is nice. To carry his bag during a meeting Shopping, fine. But to operate when it's time to put a tent while it was almost dark on a Friday evening and need to prepare dinner, it's not necessarily the ideal. But it is nice. A glass of wine in town, fine. But one Sunday morning when it's time for baling small and that it persists for half an hour to fold a square canvas tent that is not square, it gets on my nerves. The best time spent with him was in the car to return, then he spent two hours talking to me about his job and I nodded, pushing some "Ahem" on occasion. I am in bad faith, I know. I like it anyway.

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... by Kara

... I sleep in a spoon with Mumu.

... I eat lots of small dishes concocted by Nitram and me.

... I piss sitting.

... I run from my car and a heated winter. Otherwise, I never run.

I kiss ... not.

I work ... the only area where I could.

... I push small moans when I kiss ... not.

... I'm talking on the phone a lot.

... I drink alcohol the night, water and coffee the night the day.

I whistled for Mumu ... come see me. It only works with him elsewhere.

I fart ... and it smells like roses.

... too often I ride the elevator.

... I see the future positively.

I sing songs ... cheesy.

I hope .... to announce good news soon.

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Yesterday morning, I walked slowly towards the office, not in a hurry to return to my files despite the short weeks ahead. I used to be stationed far away from the building where I work, since I arrived a little late. Yesterday, I do not know which operation of the Holy Spirit, I found a seat directly in front of the building. THE place.

Excited like a kid who just see a clown, I hasten to my parallel maneuver that I'm almost the queen, take my bag, bar the door and walked toward the entrance of the building, mining in my purse to find my keys and can not find obviously not. They remained on course to touch the car, the blonde is incapable of being excited and thoughtful at the same time.

The excitement of the parking space in front of the building over, I think the best strategy. I think my friend CAA, which helps me quite regularly for as little as $ 75 per year but I suddenly remember I have the dubious habit of never cross my suitcase keys. So I go back to my car, the coup attempt, the bag opens and Franco Nuevo speaks to me loudly in the ears with its neo-accent-Redio Quénéda. Not only had I forgot the keys in the ignition, but I did not even completely closed it. In an ideal world, I'd realized my oversight in the late afternoon and I called CAA not only to open my door but also to boost the battery. It would have been a blow really profitable.

Anyway, the bag being open and accessible contact in a few passes of gymnastics, I had to pick up the keys myself. Obviously, any law of nature demanded that I'm wearing a skirt that day and said skirt below said no. So I crouched in a small guy in the bag, I lowered the rear seats forward, I'm lying on their stomachs to avoid a panoramic view any voyeur and I crawled to the contact. It was beautiful . I squatted again, I crossed the driver's side and came away from the car with an air innocent.

Sure to have avoided the worst, I took my purse left near the bag and am headed back to the door of the building when I heard someone knocking in a window, inside. Obviously, the person who had witnessed the whole spectacle was the only male interesting throughout, the very one that I constantly invent the post to my colleagues. It was behind the window, royally fucked my mouth, imitating a poor girl not subtly creepy to touch the bag. I

wanted to attract his attention, I could not have done better.

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Like last summer, I saw an early summer and full of incredible adventures. Despite the cold and rain, the last weekend of diving was a near-perfect. The small glitch encountered with my new palm-pastel-color-perfect-for-pot-de-luxe, which is narrated by my partner, has once again confirmed that we were perfect accomplices under water. I'm also quite proud of this new purchase since my cute fins were found in less than two by their pretty color.

Besides this small vanity, you may be surprised to learn that I spent the weekend without makeup or flat iron. Of course I spent the weekend away from mirrors and tried several times to look away from my eyes to my fresh pedicure identified red-blood-effect-wet. As a perfume, I concocted my own mix and lemon muscoli which had a monster when a charming young man tried to kiss me in the neck. It deters insects but not the charming young men.

Contrary to our expectations, it is our small group 9 divers who did get up on Canada Day in Brockville, Ontario this weekend. We have had complaints about noise when we won our respective tents to 22:30 after drinking 3 or 4 beers ... It also seems that we have slightly abused the F *** word, which helped create a generation of 'shameless Ontario.

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I am becoming closer to my first solo parachute jump and stress me quietly gaining at lightning speed. Having a sense of direction not a hen head, I fear I can not find the landing field, or to know exactly where it is but not to control the sail to achieve it. I was slightly reassured to learn that they could land in a tree and get away with few scratches. This weekend, I was questioned for 5 minutes on the need to consecrate myself to 100 feet under water, or 13,000 feet in the air, trusting only on equipment, technology also can there be, to save my life. That, come to think, a little absurd, but so Trill.

Wednesday I go for additional life insurance.

Thursday, I jumped.

Saturday and Sunday, I dive.

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Although apparently become a luxury hen may seem a natural disconcerting know, ladies and men, it is not. Indeed, not only must learn to suffer by being electrocuted every superfluous hair one by one, but we must also learn to take lose an hour of his time each morning to dress in clown Lise Watier. Moreover, must know how to count to become a real lush class whore. But what do I have this morning? I keep in my words ... m'enfourcher

So, I said it takes nearly a bachelor's degree, nay, an MA in finance to be able to find a place in the budget for s' t offer the pot of anti-wrinkle cream-anti-dull complexion-moisturizing-skin-to-normal-to-mixed-to-day and ti pot of cream for the night which include a wide range of other benefits In addition to being able to afford the mascara lengthens, thickens, curls-invents eyelashes, nail polish dryer quickly-print-to-wet are the foundation for pale skin in winter, the foundation for the skin less pale spring, the foundation for the skin a little tan in June, the foundation for tanned skin full in July and August and the foundation, I began to débronzer September.

Do not become a class whore who wants it. Oh no! It takes good genes and lots of practice. These genes are circulating in my blood, that there is no doubt. I could spend hours sitting in the bathroom to see my mother get ready for an outing. I subsequently practiced a lot, using my mother's cosmetics with some mixed results.

The past weekend, I was, you know the start, the Lac in my family and I discovered with immeasurable joy that my niece was 2 years "caught" my gene pool of luxury. She watched one to one of my toes painted red tirelessly. My father, who loves chickens and luxury that has always greatly encouraged her female offspring to become, immediately suggested that I paint miniatures toenails of my niece. It spent the rest of the evening walk to watch the feet. She definitely has what it takes to become a real hen luxury. What is it I can not wait 12 years to take him rob the counter Lise Watier.

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This weekend we start a whole gang of merry men make of scuba diving in Ontario. This will be my first dive of the summer, which will come in after a week rather busy at work.

Scuba girl and I had originally planned to go there Sunday only. She calls me last week:

Scuba: What would you say that we go camping on Saturday night, we will already be on the site the next morning to catch the boat?

Me: Why, instead, we do not sleep there on Sunday night? After all, we are tired of our day and we can take this evening.

Scuba: Sunday is Canada Day, the campground is crowded.

Me: Oh! Nonononon! We only want to be in a campground in Ontario Canada Day .

Scuba: No. We, we do not want that.

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It's officially summer. The season of sun terraces, the outdoors and the season of freedom. Go out, get drunk, move ...

After a brief period of reflection last week and an urgent search for approval from people I love, I again chose to press the accelerator to close my eyes very hard and rush towards happiness. My happiness . Not happiness ready-to-wear or any other prefabricated happiness clearly does not suit me. No. An happiness concocted to measure for the feeble-deep I am.

Although I know very well that there is no malice in what people assume about me when I saw "pending" to have what it takes to fit into the perfect model of happiness boyfriend baby-house , I recently decided to ignore not only in my choices but also to talk openly. And if it could not? And if it was not for me? We do not always choose what happens to us in life and come to think, not bad at all be surprised by it.

Obviously I'm not hiding our heads in the sand and am quite aware that it is highly likely that I will again clock noisy or a deep desire to share my life with someone a but now I'm short on freedom, and foraging of multiple discoveries. A weekend spent at the mine in the Lac St-Jean, rounding-off and catinage honor, made me realize that I have any interest in continuing to swirl and numb and that those years where not budget only allows the follies but that time constraints do not exist, can slip quietly without anyone seeing them do.

I will turn 26 on July 26. This summer, I will continue to explore the underwater world with my friends, go camping, I eat spaghetti in the rain, I'll put make-up and high heels and will go to the pool within 5 to 7, I'll drink the pink on my balcony and I will take my freedom. This summer I will overcome my fears, I send up my license and will obtain a paratrooper.

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Yesterday evening, while I had no time, I had a few races and stuff to finish before leaving for my remote area and I was of course expected to party, I been tempted by a quick meal and effective solution. So I made a Pataterie near you to get me two hot dogs topped with ketchup.

"Very good choice miss" replied the young man who seemed fresh out of Kingston Penitentiary. It yells to the cook: "Two hot dogs topped with ketchup. With love for the pretty lady. No! Three hot dogs topped with ketchup. She deserves it. "

Phew. Not only did I have the right to three hot dogs for the price of two, but in addition, they were made with love . I could hardly contain myself. I was completely charmed by this attractive young man. If I had not been selected, I should have thrown myself into his arms and have asked him to marry me. It am'a already offered flowers, chocolate, candy, a ring Uh ... no, a ring, that's in my dreams ... but a hot dog? Never! That's it, I conquered. I probably marry the knot very soon and if I'm fine (fine fine), I may be entitled to a fried potato.

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This weekend, I exile myself in my beautiful hometown. I received email pictures of three babies in my family and I had all the misery in the world to guess which the lot was my godson. I was actually very tricky to find which of the three was my preferred. One of three toddlers in her beak was a cheese a pacifier transparent yellow that I found very pretty indeed. I secretly hoped that it is my godchild. So I called my mother and asked her: "Mom, what Mathieu (Mathieu finally called it) has a transparent yellow sucks, because I thought it well there, and that it would be nice it is one. " My mother replied in surprise: "Ah, yes, precisely, he has one! "

family situation has become so critical, an intensive rounding-off and catinage needed. I leave for Lake St. John tomorrow night (I have seats available for passengers - my email is in my profile) and head immediately to the bar in my village where my parents promised to m wait to start celebrating the national holiday. Saturday night is the mega party de la St-Jean (I have also never understood why half of the province celebrated a day in advance) on the edge of Lac-St-Jean. I will come back probably with a few anecdotes and certainly with a good headache.

I'm going to this party with my old buddies high school that I lost sight of the past ten years. At that time, I got along better with guys oddly with the girls and I have always been part of a gang of guys until they will make some friends and I became the sworn enemy of all. I left my hometown for the big city, first Quebec and then Montreal, where I discovered the joys of girl gangs. Bitcheries, baffles and mémérage.

So with great joy that I found my old jars in order to make competition Sampler slot beer, burping and that is who-who-piss-the-more-far all under an atmosphere of national celebration in the blue region!

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Last Friday, when I complained of my lot and I anticipated a gloomy summer, a friend I call Super K since it does not wish to be associated with I started me a call, like a boring summer savior, my incessant desire for thrills has been able to refuse: a parachute jump!

early morning, the day seemed rather rainy and cloudy, which boded no good for our jump. We have been pushed a few hours waiting to see how the weather behaves. I went to pick her groundhog, because me, I could not sleep for a long time the idea of me Garoche down a plane. I took the wheel to steer us on the Plateau of Doom (why I go back then?) To put something between your teeth before the big adventure. I wanted to turn left but a sign told me I could not do so between 7 and 22 o'clock rule that I find completely absurd Sunday. Super K said: "You're not allowed to turn left," to which I reply: "I'm Calisse. Obviously, there was a swarm of police cars to watch my offense. I thought in my heart at the cost of skydiving and my possible breach and it was getting pretty expensive day ... I remain still confident, I never had to pay a ticket (except of course for parking). I look in my mirror, I get pale, I throw a look at Super K devastated and throws him: "It's a woman! "Shit, shit, shit. I have no chance.

Super K decides to take control of the situation and said: "Well, there thou gonna do the girl who does not know where it goes, you say you're melee and you're sorry, I'll say it's my fault, I gave you bad advice and at the last minute, I told you you could not turn, but it was too late. "

Alright, I'm really good at playing the blonde who knows where it goes, it's my favorite character of my twelve personalities. The police shows up and I start: "I'm sorry, I did not see the sign, I do not live in the corner and I did not know where I went, she provided guidance and at the last minute we saw that we could not, of course, all this punctuated with small eyes and a repentant air frankly lost. Super K was added, saying extremely guilty of making me take a ticket when she gave me bad advice. The police questioned us, its going to investigate me in his system and, of course, as I am a great actress driver, I have no demerit points. She returned, handed me my papers and give me directions to get where we needed to go (which was obviously counterfeit, they're lying or not lying.)

course, parachute jumping, it was small beer next to the challenge of having to convince a cop that I was a good little girl. Still, the day was finally extraordinary weather began on our side, we had instructors and cameramen incredible jump itself was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life. Describe the 5 minutes does not honor the emotions that gave me the gesture to launch myself off a plane to go down for 40 seconds at 200 miles per hour and fly like a bird to the ground.

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Located at the entrance to Fontainebleau, Mont Aigu spot is accessible through a parking lot along the D409. On the parking, the opportunity to also enjoy a small museum of the forest of Fontainebleau. To access the blocks, take the trail to the crossroads of the swivel, then continue on the road Gorges Franchard. The blocks are at the curb.
The site is easily identifiable by the blue arrow on the first block painted on the sandstone rock along the trail. Tucked away in the heart of the forest, the rocks are well sheltered from the wind among the trees, and provides good shade. Little climber
frequent this site, which is rather surprising given the near Fontainebleau. Not necessarily unpleasant non-plus, the quiet is just as nice :-)
The site offers several circuits block: White (child), Yellow (PD), Orange (AD), Blue (D + / TD-) and off circuit. Both blocks oranges are very quiet, as the blues are an different story. A few blocks from Mount Tweeter:
- Block No. 4 Blue: "The Gaston Tarin " 5 -
- Block No. 7 Blue: "The Denecourt and Colinet " 4, output a bit scary
- Block No. 26 Blue: "Problem of height " 6c not succeed ... snif :-( Damn strips rotten :-)
- Block out circuit: "The low hand " 6b

Mount Tweeter - Fontainebleau
- Getting there: Parking , Hermitage Road / Route Faisanderie, 77300, Fontainebleau
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weather today - My idea: Climbing in Fontainebleau, Jo & Françoise Montchaussé and Jacky Godoffe (23 euros - ISBN: 2700311906)
- information off-line: bleau.info
- Other sectors of Fontainebleau

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Day pain in the ass

Being a person a little, um, how shall I say intense, I saw the events and resulting emotions entirely. When I'm in a good mood I'm in a good mood. And the reverse is also true, of course. But as I get older, I become a better person and I try as best they can to correct my major flaws, I have developed highly effective techniques to get me out of a serious existential crisis. It should be noted, for people at home, it is perhaps not appropriate to try the experiment unless satisfied beyond reasonable doubt that the crisis is serious. Very serious.

First Technical : make a theatrical hysterics in a public place. Do try if you have a sense of self-mockery, because you'll look like cellar, that's for sure.

Last night when I had a crappy day, nay, a week of ass (and ass flat in the sense of the word), I went to join Nitram and Joss in a restaurant cursed on the board. Obviously I searched for parking for a million years and have got stuck behind a stinking garbage truck in a loooong loooong street. My mood is slightly feverish before even piss me off the shelf, it goes without saying that I was in a trance when I arrived at the scene. Nitram is my number 1 fan, I am permitted, despite the presence of Joss that I know little, to exercise my talents professional whiners. Nitram laughed and said no arrest "You're funny! You're funny! "I eventually find myself funny and the pressure is lowered again.

Second Technical : Run after the disturbance. Arrange for another brick falls on your head. This technique has two advantages. Either you avoid disaster and now you think that luck has turned and all hopes are allowed, or tile you actually falls on the head, then the situation becomes so crappy that your survival instinct will dictate to find it very funny.

Yesterday, I could not find parking and that the situation had become so critical, I decided to put my car in a prohibited area and thus risking to turn my luck. Small tip: the activity is more risky, the effect is more beneficial. It why I have chosen, rather than a place to park for residents in a tiny street of the shelf, park my car in front of a bus stop on St-Denis, corner of Rachel. It was the $ 52 (it increases by $ 5 every week or what?) As therapeutic for a very long time.

I took the ticket with a smile before a thick thick motorcycle guys looking at me as if I was the worst of fools to have grabbed a ticket. Nothing could touch me now. I came home and the smell of shit was felt when the key hit the lock. The origin of this foul emanation was quickly traced on the floor. Corridor to lounge, lounge room, the bedroom to the bathroom and bathroom to the kitchen. Mumu-the-Chieux had the flu. But as I was now one of the idiots happy, I found it very funny, almost charming, I congratulated him for this good work and I cleaned everything with a smile on his lips.

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"Be careful what you wish. "I already told a friend. Not only must really pay attention to our wishes, but must also be careful with our claims.

I enjoyed yesterday to denounce the massive presence of couples around me and that I would inevitably suffer from the absence of my amazing friends revelers during this beautiful season to come.

Last night I had an appointment at 17:30 for an oil change more than due. I hate wasting time for such a thrilling activity but as I refuse to move my car, I assume. I had to go to the garage not far from me for that hour. I thought I would call a friend to invite him to drink a glass of rosé on my balcony garden after my appointment, taking advantage of the fact that I was near my home to spend a little time, which is rare lately. The latter said: "Ah! It would have been great, but tonight, I see my new boyfriend. Next time. "I call another friend who she readily accepts the invitation. We therefore give an appointment for 20:00 at home.

road to the garage where I go for years but has recently changed ownership, I realize that I'm 5 minutes late. In good girl I am, I phone to warn. "Too late lady, my garage is gone, as you could not. You want an appointment tomorrow? "No, thank you. Besides, you can now remove my name from your client list, I'll find another garage with a better service. Bye. "I

good mood, you can appreciate. On my way, I stop in another garage, determined to get an oil change that night. It is they close at 5:45 p.m. ET 18:00. I wonder if they have the time and they replied in the negative. I kneel, make the eyes and tell them my pitiful misadventures, their saying that I am an orphan of the garage since 5:35 p.m. ET will come to spend all my budget car home. Offer accepted, I get my oil change. I bank my nose to the SAQ 6:02 p.m. ET as I do not want to push my luck, I decided to give up and do not knock on the window with the eyes of children malnutrition.

I then returned home, I cook a good dinner and do some cleaning in the meantime my girlfriend. At 19:30, I get a call from this: "It does not work finally, I love me a dinner prepared by surprise so I'm going home instead. "

Thus the theory was alone was confirmed and an oil change proved to be the only good moment of my evening.

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I've already told you, some time ago, the difficult or even nonexistent contact that occurred between the male French and myself during my stay with them. As I am now fond of pop psychology, I again looked in my memories behind this misunderstanding between me and them. And this origin lies in my first meaningful contact with a male to my arrival in Paris.

I was in Paris with a friend for a week after which we separate ourselves up to go in our respective home towns. I was, as always, single while my friend was in a relationship with a boy who had remained in Montreal. These two were called about a thousand times a day and sending each more or less than one hundred emails per day. When my girlfriend was not in line with Montreal, she was crying because she missed so much of her lover suddenly became too great and perfect in its absence. This kind of relationship is already quite exasperating honeyed like this, multiply these effects by twelve when you are alone with the mourner to 3000 miles from home.

whole thing only in order to justify my strong desire to meet people and my little subtlety to get there.

I thought the police cars in France completely ridiculous and I was taking pictures of two of them stationed near the Champs March, when a young and cute policeman scolded me and threatened me withdraw my film. Since there is nothing easier than to bribe a police officer of 25 years, French moreover, I finally received an invitation for the evening. The evening went well, we ate and talked about everything and nothing and I went back to my hotel by taxi, after having exchanged my email with my new friend Florent.

few days later, I went by train to Lyon, where I was going to settle for the next few months. Upon my arrival, I had an email from Florence, saying he had never visited Lyon and he would love to come spend a weekend and explore my new town with me. Besides the fact that I'm probably a little dumb and naive, that I am alone in the world on the other side of the ocean made me quite spontaneously accept this offer, which ultimately did not prove the idea of the century.

Florent arrived the following Friday, after 500 kilometers on a motorbike. He gave me a great meal (the French know how to cook, it, is not no doubt), we drank lots of wine and we finally went to sleep. Obviously, I had no other place to make him sleep in the other half of my bed, which complicates things slightly. Indeed, Florent, like a hungry animal, tried to eat me raw, without even telling me, which made me not only startled but also push for ever. A first approach failed, it is rather overwhelming.

The next day we traveled the city together and everything went quite smoothly until the evening when I had to unfortunately find myself again at his side, obviously well-armed my ugliest pajamas. That evening, I was treated to a crisis of male fru, telling me that I was really dumb and void if I could imagine two seconds he was able to drive 500 miles to road to avoid sleep with me. You guessed it, it gave me even more taste to say no, what I did with great success.

Sunday was the straw that broke the camel's back. We went on terrace, just to have a drink and enjoy the beautiful weather that gave us the month of September. As it was 25 degrees in Quebec that I'm good, I'm (not much) wearing a rather short skirt and a camisole neckline. While we were discussing Florent and me and I finally felt the harmony point the nose because of his imminent departure, it went with the quips that he signed his death warrant.

"You saw how you dressed? Everybody is watching you! I seem to myself what? Is it written in my forehead I share? "

It obviously took me a few seconds to realize really what this bastard had just told me but after much thought (1 / 2 second), I gave him the pass of Quebec in Christ. I lowered my chest, I went back the balls to be sure it is as indecent as possible and I told him, looking him straight in the eye: "It's you in those big balls you there? No? Well I'll show them who I want and you do not have a say. And I stayed in that position until he indecently coronation his camp.

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The material was not known mountain of technological upheaval long ! It is no longer worth the wait, the Atlas Powered Rope Ascender arrived! Under this name Babare lies a great tool to go back to the same rope effortlessly and quickly via a small footprint.
Beyond a simple rope climb in record time, the four inventors (quote them: Nate Ball, Tim Fofonoff, Bryan Schmid, Dan Walker) have numbers of applications in mind, military application tops the list elsewhere :-( In the video, the tester must be voluntary medium confidence in his gadget to see his old colleague to ensure
eight ... Who knows ... Maybe Maybe one day this gizmo has a place in our bag-to-back alongside our PPE
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