while serving in the New Spartacism Integral was also listening especially hippie Hendrix, Zappa, The Who, the witch Joplin, among others, and of The Beatles with Sergeant Pepper, in particular, had written When the touch takes the floor and Outside the ring, story books, and working as industrial technical draftsman at the Instituto Mexicano del Petroleo (IMP) . Youth gives so many jogs. The IMP
were legion and times suit me very well: from 8 am to 3 pm. So I left about 8 hours for politics, sports (volleyball) and literature, plus weekends. The entrance was 15 minute window, then another 15 had tardy. Three delays to half a day of punishment involved. Three days a month meant to be punishment fired. When I left there I think my record negative was the fattest, as I saw it.
For the second half of a month, had met 2 days of punishment and had 2 delays for coupling the third and my dismissal. One morning, I echo the mother (read running 100 meters) down the hallway leading into the time clock, carrying the fattest take the selected works of Lenin (some 900 pages and bound hard, but hard).
It was about 8:14 and 8:15, or whether they had seconds to not get fired, I get to the place where the clock. Just check an artist, the more sucked, and comes up, the son of a bitch, block the path to Dred; desperate the only thing that happened was I blew up the volume of Lenin in the snout to the bastard. I saw almost leaped Tomazo super saliva and had no other, as he rubbed, to step aside. Got the card and remove the clock said 8:15; Phew indeed had saved. I thought that at least for something served Lenin.
But the bad guy waiting for me, showing off his muscles and red face Goliath on the right side, súperenputado. I do not know who took the Guinness returned from communism but I returned to be useful because the sucked and wanted to break my mother. Several fellow stopped us and we agree (as in high school) to throw us a round after work.
I went to my place, some of the thousands of drawing table (table movable cover for the work of drawing), as 2 hours not only everyone knew that the Titan, barber trade in the afternoon, and I multiple trades evening, we would contend. Gradually I got scared and then he knew terror, and it was obvious that the fucking hairdresser I was going to break the mother and that was what everyone wanted to see.
The only thing I did was put aside to Lenin and go with a glass bottle of Coca-Cola of a liter (empty, of course, for better handling) I got one of the barges for cleaning. So at 3 pm we left the IMP, I accompanied by my godparents and by his own Goliath. We got to give my piece of land where Madriz and immediately, my sponsor (another hippie) formally handed me the bottle.
When the behemoth was the Coca-Cola, protested but their sponsors encouraged him, we went head to head (he kept a distance of 2 meters) and we went closer and closer. His technique was to spin and try to make the bottle fall to me but every time I approached the huge tip, received a bottle. Suddenly, advised by a sponsor, I came from the front and right there you sorrajé the bottle to the head. To my surprise there was bleeding but I knew I did not know where in the universe was, which took the opportunity to deal a second bottles at one shoulder and everyone stopped the fight. Time passed and when we met, is repegaba, cisco half against the wall. I thought then that muscle below that lived only a Tart.
were legion and times suit me very well: from 8 am to 3 pm. So I left about 8 hours for politics, sports (volleyball) and literature, plus weekends. The entrance was 15 minute window, then another 15 had tardy. Three delays to half a day of punishment involved. Three days a month meant to be punishment fired. When I left there I think my record negative was the fattest, as I saw it.
For the second half of a month, had met 2 days of punishment and had 2 delays for coupling the third and my dismissal. One morning, I echo the mother (read running 100 meters) down the hallway leading into the time clock, carrying the fattest take the selected works of Lenin (some 900 pages and bound hard, but hard).
It was about 8:14 and 8:15, or whether they had seconds to not get fired, I get to the place where the clock. Just check an artist, the more sucked, and comes up, the son of a bitch, block the path to Dred; desperate the only thing that happened was I blew up the volume of Lenin in the snout to the bastard. I saw almost leaped Tomazo super saliva and had no other, as he rubbed, to step aside. Got the card and remove the clock said 8:15; Phew indeed had saved. I thought that at least for something served Lenin.
But the bad guy waiting for me, showing off his muscles and red face Goliath on the right side, súperenputado. I do not know who took the Guinness returned from communism but I returned to be useful because the sucked and wanted to break my mother. Several fellow stopped us and we agree (as in high school) to throw us a round after work.
I went to my place, some of the thousands of drawing table (table movable cover for the work of drawing), as 2 hours not only everyone knew that the Titan, barber trade in the afternoon, and I multiple trades evening, we would contend. Gradually I got scared and then he knew terror, and it was obvious that the fucking hairdresser I was going to break the mother and that was what everyone wanted to see.
The only thing I did was put aside to Lenin and go with a glass bottle of Coca-Cola of a liter (empty, of course, for better handling) I got one of the barges for cleaning. So at 3 pm we left the IMP, I accompanied by my godparents and by his own Goliath. We got to give my piece of land where Madriz and immediately, my sponsor (another hippie) formally handed me the bottle.
When the behemoth was the Coca-Cola, protested but their sponsors encouraged him, we went head to head (he kept a distance of 2 meters) and we went closer and closer. His technique was to spin and try to make the bottle fall to me but every time I approached the huge tip, received a bottle. Suddenly, advised by a sponsor, I came from the front and right there you sorrajé the bottle to the head. To my surprise there was bleeding but I knew I did not know where in the universe was, which took the opportunity to deal a second bottles at one shoulder and everyone stopped the fight. Time passed and when we met, is repegaba, cisco half against the wall. I thought then that muscle below that lived only a Tart. 
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