Converting An Outboard To Electric Start

Resistance in Paris Paris Commune Council Criollo

First of all, I want to apologize to the Lady in Pink, this story belongs to her ...

When Mercury came Miss to Paris, had the same problem that all people who come to Paris, find an apartment. When I finally got it, I stayed open mouth of the location of the new that was all and did not cost an eye on the face. A tiny apartment, perfect, overlooking the Arc de Triomphe. A Room of her Own. Nothing would have made us think she would win the prize "I have the neighbors of All Evil."

The pod has reached a point so extreme that the poor Mercury had to call the police. In short, this would not stop fucking her corduroy Venezolana, he had assembled a racist mobbing. Every day I wondered when it would go to France,. (Damn racist bastard. Vestiges of Vichy .) But the truth of the matter is that when you have a neighbor that leads to these limits, the last thing that is causing you call the French police. What causes it to call a Venezuelan thug type Maca'e'barrio to split her ass to the mamahuevo. In Caracas, does not require much effort to get someone capable of giving you a pain in the ass to another. First call your friends and invite them a bottle of rum in your home if you fall on coñazo help your neighbor. If your boys can not, then you talk to the watchman of the building. And if your building is not vigilant, then talk to the crack heads that "takes care of the cars on the street." Whenever someone comes to help you take the law into your hands.

"But in Paris? Who are you calling? The Bolivarian Circle in Paris.

One of the things I discovered with my work on the civil war in Venezuela (which is not) was that in Paris there is a Bolivarian Circle. And let's be clear, these people are ready for anything. Mercury told him to go to the CBP and read:

" Fellow! Compatriots! Imperialism threatens us again. One of my neighbors is a French imperialist and not let me sleep. Yesterday when I was listening to my routine of "Alo Presidente" Mr went crazy, CRAZY. (start to mourn) I just wanted to hear my president, but he said he could not, that Chavez was ... ... (mourn deeper) ... "In that comrades when you answer " Sister, say no more! Come on by bats! "

Now that I think the Venezuelans should do a kind of Common Council here in Paris . A place where we can all gather to eat arepas, drinking beers and talking crap, as the true community councils in the Cloaca. But our Community Council in Paris would allow us to meet all our bats in a 4x4 truck to reggaeton at full speed to drop you a pain in the ass to all those French xenophobes.

Venezuela pa 'Fuck the whole world! Mommy, this is for you, so you know you're not alone in this city. The Parisian native community council begins with me.