B ood evening my dear readers. I came back after some long months of absence without justification. Do not think (for the title of the post) that my blogger was abandoned by immersion in an alienating world of sadomasochism that I could not run, and I was imprisoned for pleasure lewd and stuff. (If so, should care little or nothing) No. The whip, whip whip is because recently I was reminded of a popular telvidente of which I was faithful, and was called "the Marys " which was about different situations that a chocolocas nuns living in a convent and often use the phrase that gives the title to my post, when something out of them canons of Status Quo. So I decided to steal it. Not that I have inclaustrado in the Carmelite convent of the mothers, not only come to take a few lashes back, because I got so after a month sabbatical and because as I have who I listen, I decided to make a catharsis on the blog, handing rejo to anyone who crosses me. Therefore, without further ado, I start my lashes session, handing ventiao whip ' to anything:
- Whip, whip, whip for freedom of expression. Because a former campaign adviser, which I will not name, tried to silence a blogger recognized, arguing that his words defaming his public image. More than one has been sentenced to silence because what he writes does not like someone. To hell with all those who want to silence the words, say, the voices of those who dare. Whip all unspeakable.
- Whip, whip, whip the damn for Twitter, which rant and today I am a victim of their networks. By the way, whip for me to open an account is called @ ImNightwriter .
- Whip, whip, whip you too, if they become my "followres" (although they should do the favor).
- Whip, whip, whip for psychiatrists and psychologists who believe that antidepressants tip you're going to get out of the bad, while looking out the window when spoken to. Whip EPS also for putting so bad professions to take care of the necessities that are so important mentally.
- Whip, whip, whip to the law of the first job. Because you do not get a job since I graduated and after the fact, the law no longer cobijaría me for having more than 25 years to when the approved (if they approve it). Whip then for not having studied something else.
- Whip, whip, whip because I'm tired of giving excuses, to tell them he did not know what to write here.
- Whip, whip, whip because some of the contacts from Facebook, add me as a friend and then get me out or crash. Whip me an idiot, by accepting them.
- whip, whip whip for intellectuals believe that because they read to Paul and Walter Riso Cohelo.
- whip, whip whip for intellectuals believe that because they read to Paul and Walter Riso Cohelo.
- Whip, whip, whip because some leaders do not agree that the establishment of 91 Colombia proclaimed as a secular and non-Catholic Apostolic and Roman. Whip not agree that freedom of worship.
-Whip, whip, whip for all if you know what to do with their lives and I do not.
- whip whip whip and for the who hate Mr. Bukowski.
- Whip, whip, whip for Christians even though their lives were fractious and troubled, tame pigeons today believe in the company of Jesus their savior. Yeah right.
- Whip, whip, whip the university to only send jobs to engineers and ask for 3 years of experience to recent graduates.
- Whip, whip, whip for my wallet because almost always empty.
- Whip, whip, whip for some prudish still blush when they utter the word "sex."
- Whip, whip, whip hijuemadre for the muse of inspiration that I waited and it never came.
- Whip, whip, whip for me to leave these letters for the umpteenth time, and spend more than two months without raising any input. Whip by readers who missed it.
- whip, whip whip for sadomasochism and the Marquis de Sade.
- whip, whip whip for sadomasochism and the Marquis de Sade.
-Whip, whip, whip because there is more. Just whip pa 'deal.
-Whip, whip, whip because.
Now Do you have a whiplash to add?
