It started with a brutal burn at the stake. The scoundrel swiftly shaved the hair of the Protestant who was groaning and praying under his hand, bloody and bloody, and this scene seemed to make the distance between the fragrant vegetables on my chopsticks and my open mouth, a thousand miles of water, for a while. The pain made me realize that I started watching a movie at the wrong time... ummm... It shouldn't be a wrong movie, it's all about watching it before making a decision. And then there's the stake, like all the "heretics" of this age who stand on the opposite side of interest groups, Bruno, Joan, Servetus..., they scream in the flames, pray, they are bad Black times, this is my terrible dinner. The court, as dark as all the rotten courts in this world, is where rumors and conspiracies, adultery and rebellion grow and germinate.
The only sentence that made me want to laugh instantly was "The Queen is pregnant"
PS. Half an hour later, I was surprised to see Cantona
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