The (Catalan) statute of autonomy imports wild parties

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Trevor @ Friday November 14th 2008 10:21

And I didn’t blink. Actually in this context it means something like “No one gives a toss about the Statute” and refers to the complete absence of the Catalan government during ongoing debates, about which indeed no one gives a toss, but which are still apparently broadcast live on two out of the four screens at local chav paradise gym, Europolis, presumably as one of its subsidy conditions. Apart from discovering the secrets of the Statute, it seems that at Europolis you can also Discover the secret of Brazilian women. Not, as I initially assumed, orgies with foreign prostitutes–those are in Castelldefels.

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  1. UnHab
    November 14th 2008 17:00

    Arnie, the “governator” of California, and legendary iron-pumper, discovered the secret of Brazilian women many years ago.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uerFZ2Z42nc

    Those chavs are behind the times.

  2. UnHab
    November 15th 2008 16:09

    My comment with a youtube link got marked as spam!

  3. Trevor
    November 15th 2008 17:28

    The spam dragon has been flogged.

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