Non c'est une douleur plus ou moins constante. Ca empire un peu quand je bouge d'une certaine facon, mais c'est loin d'être assez pour pleurer. Juste assez pour faire chier par exemple. :/
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J'ai complètement besoin d'un meilleur traducteur. J'ai besoin de celui qui sait l'argot...
Sinon, va te faire checker. Chu pas mal certain que t'as pas envi de rester de même. Anyway, fais juste attention �* ce que tu fais pis force pas plus qui faut. :/
Yeah, good luck finding a French Canadian slang translator. :P
So I'm working my way towards being drunk. It's a tough battle and all that, but I hope to come out on top.
So, running a bed-edger all day really makes your arms hurt.
"The More You Know"
/shooting star *whoooooooooooosh*
The game wasn't that bad though. It was gimmicky, sure, and that did contribute to the stupidity level of the whole thing.
From what I've read, the DS version doesn't require you to sit outside in the sun while you play, so it may be worth checking out. The foundation of the GBA games was solid, aside from that stupid gimmick of course.
It makes a nice edge along where the mulch meets the grass in front of our buildings at work. The edger has a big rotating blade that cuts out the grass/dirt. The bad thing is the blade rotates forward, but you operate the machine by pulling it backwards.
It's really hard on the forearms and shoulders.
fuck...
her dad... he read things.
;_;
shit shit shit shit shit!!!!!
:|
I might have fucked everything, really.