{"id":2788,"date":"2010-10-23T23:56:37","date_gmt":"2010-10-23T20:56:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=2788"},"modified":"2010-10-23T23:56:37","modified_gmt":"2010-10-23T20:56:37","slug":"les-champs-elysees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/les-champs-elysees\/","title":{"rendered":"Les Champs-Elys\u00e9es"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:left;\"><strong>Salut, sunt Ostap Bender si azi ma simt francez.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><div class=\"video-container\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/uA4KihbsISU?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size:medium;\">Azi dimineata, pe strada, am vazut o tiganca impingand un carucior. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:medium;\"> <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size:medium;\">In carucior era un tigan mic cu doi crenvursti in maini. Pe unu il sugea si pe celalalt il scutura ca pe jucariile ale cretine care suna. Da crenvusrtiul aluia nu suna.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size:medium;\">Mi-am amintit de alta faza cu o tiganca care isi alapta copilu pe strada, ca in casa li-i rusine probabil pentru ca nu-i vede nimeni. Eram cu un prieten si ala o scapat ceva bancnota pe jos exact in momentul cand treceam pe langa conlocuitori. Sa-mi bag de nu, aia o lasat copilu din brate si s-o aplecat de o luat banii intr-o fractiune de secunda. Ala mic o ramas suspendat de tzatza lu muma-sa sau era lipit cu superglue de ea. <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size:medium;\">Tot vad tigani strambi, mici, schiopi, diformi sau in general urati ca dracu. Inumani. Nu ma refer la aia schiloditi de mici de parintii sau rudele lor ca sa aiba succes in afaceri pe viitor. Zic de aia care intra in magazine sau care trec pe langa tine pe strada. Parerea mea e ca astia  is roduri ale incestului. <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size:medium;\">Din moment ce nimic nu-i opreste sa cerseasca, sa-si arate pizda sau pula in strada, de mici, ca sa nu mai zic de nespalat, is total convins ca lipsa lor de orice urma de demnitate umana dublata de apetitul sexual starnit de orice ii cald si pute ii incurajeaza si chiar ii impinge spre asta. Nu cred ca fetele tiganci gravide la 12-13 ani nu or fost incercate inainte sau doar atunci de taticu sau fratele mai mare. Sau mai mic. Is convins ca babele alea negre urate si gravide sunt matarial didactic la invatarea sexului murdar, la propriu, in familiile lor. Nu exista tigani virgini cu varsta trecuta 12 ani. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"font-size:medium;\">Drept urmare ne delectam privirile cu exemplare minunate de incrucisari intre frati si surori, mame si copii, tati si fiice, soacre si nurori. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"font-size:medium;\">Desigur, aici era vorba de tiganii saraci. Povestile cu tigani bogati le stiti cu totii. De la protv.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:left;\"><span style=\"font-size:medium;\">p.s.  N-am vazut nici un tigan cu capu mare si asta nu-i un post rasist. Ii doar o constatare de-a mea. Am si futut o tiganca da era frumoasa si curata.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Salut, sunt Ostap Bender si azi ma simt francez. Azi dimineata, pe strada, am vazut o tiganca impingand un carucior. 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