It may seem strange, and I was surprised myself surprised when I heard the news, but it seems if we are to believe the cousin of my brother who was himself a guy who fell over a gray day on a regular dock Montceau-Les-Mines, a charming town, moreover if indeed the post-industrial architecture of the twentieth century draws all your favors and you are not subject to various types of pathologies ranging from claustrophobia deep chronic depression, but it seems that in reality, God is a station master in the Pas-de-Calais. Why Pas-de-Calais ? And why not? Where there is discomfort, there's no pleasure, and where there's no calais, there's always an idiot to ask why God would have had the crazy idea to settle in one of worst places of creation. The answer is obvious: God is testing and trying to prove that 2000 years of suffering is a necessary evil to enjoy happiness. That's exactly the same reasons that God invented trains, he loves the views inevitably endless amount of variety of punishments available to him on a meal tray to allow the SNCF to test daily the faith of men with little tired. Let's get serious a moment: if God really existed, our train is not always the one with two hours late, we would not face a throng of happy sluts reeking of patchouli and spitting in their ignorance of suicidal cell phones, to a crowd of gnomes whiners trying to beat the world record for crossing car, screaming for death, and a gaggle of old debris, sourdingues survivors from another time who feel compelled to make conversation by whirling their banalities syphilitic poor eardrums of your servant. In short, if God existed, we would not be obliged to bear on every trip that many distressing magnifying whose number is expected to complete at least two or three trains direction Birkenau, ten minutes off, everyone from the ashes.
Unless this is just yet another proof that you send us, God, man, in your infinite mercy which equaled on Earth that talent Yoann Gourcuff. No thank you. Those who love me take the car, and if that does not bother you too much to push to Montceau-Les-Mines, I have someone to visit.
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