Thus, as one who does not want the thing, I discovered that thinking fat. Does anyone doubt it? I swear this is as true as my grandfather appeared to him in the garden of Our Lady of Sorrows.
Look at the philosophers or men of letters: Except for those afflicted with a stomach ailment and fever carried by some ascetic, are individuals flabby, Fondon, smug all to no avail. Observe, if you have time, in Moll can barely be contained by the shirt and brimming with buckle pants hiding ... or what to say of her buttocks, tending to square, revealing that spend countless hours sitting thinking (and that there is no such philosophers as Nietzsche , I thought walking).
I knew that thinking is a pernicious activity, even more than reading, but also fat, pussy. I hastened to take my measurements: I try to perform a mechanical and unconscious daily, watching television a number of hours high enough and I have many ideas gathering outside to avoid having to develop my own. I know this last point might seem risky: shamelessly subtracting the ideas of others so thoughtlessly, it may occur that contradict each other, and that which parrot recite at any time of my intense social life pass by an unstable individual and disoriented, what is commonly known as a tarambainas.
But I have no fear: there are few today who listen and even fewer think. And to think fat, pussy.
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