Benito Mussolini
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- Dec 2, 2012
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High heels were never designed for those ready to make that legendary dash to the bank, only to be five minutes late. Mariujana is well renowned for tampering with the satiety centers of those who consume it as an escape. Mexicans wearing sombreros are now singing while playing the violln as you get dumped by the biker you have for a boyfriend.
You wake up one morning, feeling like the world owes you a favour and wonder whether doing good now is an investment that guarantees an everlasting life. While gawking at the Russian map you call Ekaterina, and decide to move to Vladivostok, a city that to many, offers peace and serenity. In this city, both Ekaterina and Feodora hope that they'll get into the right relationships after being dumped by the loosers they had as boyfriends. Finding ways to earn a living while not being caught off guard by the Vladivostok yardstick of knowing very little is something that didn't sit well on the back of Ekaterina's mind. After hours of sweeping through the Internet for do's and don'ts in this rather obscure locale, they feel hard done by not finding the right circle of friends to help them settle down.
As a rule of thumb, Ekaterina and Feodora always found it awkward to spend most of their time with people they couldn't learn anything from. Egoistic as the agony of having to lower their guard down just to blend in seemed, the pair simply held their breathe for that one special someone with the dauntlessness to bust their little bubble and bring them right down to earth. It certainly didn't take long for Ekaterina and Feodora to get bored to death by the intelligence circles in Vladivostok and because of that, mastery of fairy tales and matters climate change was a prerequisite for every cocktail party.
Indeed, being conversant with matters related to the weather in Vladivostok has everything to do with sophistication, Ekaterina and Feodora were left ruing missed opportunities for failing to gobble the cherry that eventually slumped into a bowl of melting ice cream over a speed dating event. Everyday appeared to be wake up call, a never ending hot pursuit to get everyone to style up and learn the Moscow trade. Never again would they be cornered at gun point to wear gowns on a night out, over their dead bodies would they succumb to barbaric glares simply for being classy enough to wear lacrimating brands of eye shadow.
A striking turn of events on the eve of Victory day left everyone failing to piece one and two together and shun Joseph Stalin for the demonic monster he legitimately was. They were nevertheless not expecting a stubborn, old and grumpy bustard to put Adolf Hitler in his rightful cohort of mourning sissies. No matter how overwhelming the evidence, no matter how sound the logic, the average Vladivostokan simply wouldn't appreciate this. While everyone in Moscow would be hell bent on sharing technical know how on how to get certain things done, everyone in this tiny little village would want the whole source code and because of that would be willing to attack everyone in a manner likened to an onslaught by a bunch of angry bridesmaids. The ever so lacking levels of individual thought, the lackadaisical approach whenever anyone is called upon to put in the effort and learn something new for the sake of a deeply vested interest to learn something new,knocked the stuffing out of them and sent them on a wild goose chase in Sochi.
The winter olympics were a breathe of fresh air for Ekaterina and Feodora, rolling back the years with a bunch of amateurs who were just terrible at ice hockey. For all the blanks shot by uncultured folksy in that shoddy ranch they called a dwelling, it seemed paradoxically refreshing to hang around well informed intellectuals with wierd facts about virtually anything. Ekaterina's and Feodora's juices were distinctly left spiralling out of control by men who wouldn't mind showing off their butt cracks to courteously ask questions about matters they weren't particulary conversant with. Even with a brand new barometer, Sochians would always be governed by their yearning to quench their thirst with melting ice for the sake of developing their cerebral cortex.
Really,really, mortals who deserve to drink at the table of men fend for themselves, cohorts that are well equipped for a smear campaign are impossible to dicredit.Does it take much to outsmart the internet?, watch TV?, read a newspaper?, go on an epic movie marathon?. I dare say, intellectuals come from all walks of life with no need for a dishonorable piece of paper to commemorate a lame scholarly achievement or a honorary doctorate to expose a lifetime of lip service. EUREKA!!!
You wake up one morning, feeling like the world owes you a favour and wonder whether doing good now is an investment that guarantees an everlasting life. While gawking at the Russian map you call Ekaterina, and decide to move to Vladivostok, a city that to many, offers peace and serenity. In this city, both Ekaterina and Feodora hope that they'll get into the right relationships after being dumped by the loosers they had as boyfriends. Finding ways to earn a living while not being caught off guard by the Vladivostok yardstick of knowing very little is something that didn't sit well on the back of Ekaterina's mind. After hours of sweeping through the Internet for do's and don'ts in this rather obscure locale, they feel hard done by not finding the right circle of friends to help them settle down.
As a rule of thumb, Ekaterina and Feodora always found it awkward to spend most of their time with people they couldn't learn anything from. Egoistic as the agony of having to lower their guard down just to blend in seemed, the pair simply held their breathe for that one special someone with the dauntlessness to bust their little bubble and bring them right down to earth. It certainly didn't take long for Ekaterina and Feodora to get bored to death by the intelligence circles in Vladivostok and because of that, mastery of fairy tales and matters climate change was a prerequisite for every cocktail party.
Indeed, being conversant with matters related to the weather in Vladivostok has everything to do with sophistication, Ekaterina and Feodora were left ruing missed opportunities for failing to gobble the cherry that eventually slumped into a bowl of melting ice cream over a speed dating event. Everyday appeared to be wake up call, a never ending hot pursuit to get everyone to style up and learn the Moscow trade. Never again would they be cornered at gun point to wear gowns on a night out, over their dead bodies would they succumb to barbaric glares simply for being classy enough to wear lacrimating brands of eye shadow.
A striking turn of events on the eve of Victory day left everyone failing to piece one and two together and shun Joseph Stalin for the demonic monster he legitimately was. They were nevertheless not expecting a stubborn, old and grumpy bustard to put Adolf Hitler in his rightful cohort of mourning sissies. No matter how overwhelming the evidence, no matter how sound the logic, the average Vladivostokan simply wouldn't appreciate this. While everyone in Moscow would be hell bent on sharing technical know how on how to get certain things done, everyone in this tiny little village would want the whole source code and because of that would be willing to attack everyone in a manner likened to an onslaught by a bunch of angry bridesmaids. The ever so lacking levels of individual thought, the lackadaisical approach whenever anyone is called upon to put in the effort and learn something new for the sake of a deeply vested interest to learn something new,knocked the stuffing out of them and sent them on a wild goose chase in Sochi.
The winter olympics were a breathe of fresh air for Ekaterina and Feodora, rolling back the years with a bunch of amateurs who were just terrible at ice hockey. For all the blanks shot by uncultured folksy in that shoddy ranch they called a dwelling, it seemed paradoxically refreshing to hang around well informed intellectuals with wierd facts about virtually anything. Ekaterina's and Feodora's juices were distinctly left spiralling out of control by men who wouldn't mind showing off their butt cracks to courteously ask questions about matters they weren't particulary conversant with. Even with a brand new barometer, Sochians would always be governed by their yearning to quench their thirst with melting ice for the sake of developing their cerebral cortex.
Really,really, mortals who deserve to drink at the table of men fend for themselves, cohorts that are well equipped for a smear campaign are impossible to dicredit.Does it take much to outsmart the internet?, watch TV?, read a newspaper?, go on an epic movie marathon?. I dare say, intellectuals come from all walks of life with no need for a dishonorable piece of paper to commemorate a lame scholarly achievement or a honorary doctorate to expose a lifetime of lip service. EUREKA!!!
