There was a day to buy a can of coca-cola to go to School always had to enter the nearest kiosk crowded with children on duty, whose owner had always having a terrible nickname would last generations. Although these kiosks are subsisting on Trolli candy (how many times have we been late to class wanting to select each and every one of our 20 gums), the proliferation of vending machines shit was a blow to the business. Chocolates, condoms (kept cold by the side of a maxibon), soft drinks, rosquilletas ... everything seemed to be purchased from these machines, but with all that no, there was a group that knew how to profit: the Pakistanis.
The customs men in the middle of grating petadas shirts and displayed in the underground lines are quite bizarre and embarrassing: I swear to God if you sit next to one you puts his arm from behind, if you are looking ahead smiling or even throw you kisses in the air. Therefore, I have completed or that all gay pakis have fled fundamentalism and microchips of his beloved republic, or is a new and inviting way to provide beer.
However, what is most curious of these people is that they are the closest thing to aasimovianos robots there, in huge cities like London, play the most important to which human beings can aspire: the McDonald's deal , brooms, newspapers and stores beer. Any job that calls into question human dignity shall be valid for these men, whose genetic code seems to deny the possibility of rebellion or class consciousness.
And yet, they are good people, of the few immigrant groups whose muchachada young pandas does chung, anything welcome. Intelligence is not measured by skin color, intelligence is measured by the mind. In addition, you frrrrÃa beer sold in the square of the Virgin at any time of day and in the wadis even kebabs. Flip. embrace non-racialism. JAJAJA
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