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Nyerj csatát az öregedés ellen!

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Publié par David

Eddie Cochran qui a inspiré le titre de ce blog avec cette chanson ;)

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D’awww! Get over here and let me love you. DO IT. N O W.

Everyone else, go follow this Selina! Now. Do it. DO IT.

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Faron Young

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The precursors to planning a crime should probably involve more than "two dozen Pixie Stix and a 90s' movie marathon," but you can only inhale so much sour sugar and watch Home Alone 2 so many times before robbing a toy store seems like a good idea. Especially if you're Harley Quinn.

It had even managed to provide her with the perfect method-- stick around until after closing in some innocuous location, wait until the last people leave, then slip out and the whole store is your oyster. Not a moment too soon as it would happen, as when the Harlequin shatters the top of the freight container she'd stowed herself away in, she's hack-coughing, packing peanuts clinging to every inch of her costume.

"Holy cannoli," she coughs, spitting one of the styrofoam peanuts out of her mouth and blowing one out of her nose in rapid fire, "I ain't nevah doin' that again. Next time, just talk me into breakin' tha' windows, all right?"

After brushing the majority of little clingy particles off her costume, she crawls out of the box, spilling more peanuts onto the floor. She gives the crate next to her a few sharp nudges with her elbow, before returning to her own crate to dig out her mallet. When she speaks, it's muffled, as she's bent over the box and buried up to her shoulders in packing material.

"Hey 'Lina. 'Lina! Stop sittin' around, we got work tah' do!," as she triumphantly bursts up from her box, holding her hammer aloft like the Holy Grail. About then, she notices that the other box has been nailed shut, which causes her to whap her palm against her face so hard she'll probably need an excavation team to remove it.

"Ahhh, I'll getcha. OK, don't worry, jus'... Hold onto ya horses. And squirm ya way to the bottom." Shutting one of her eyes, Harley gives her tongue a contemplative bite-down as she raises and lowers her hammer above the box, before bringing it down with haste and force in one mighty swoop.

          ( CRACK! )