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Maroctelcom prepares bid for the party of women



I heard the information circulating in Morocco telecom there will be special offers for the feast of Women March 8!
they say there will be deals of mobile phone for women, beautiful women with GSM package offers encouraging, it is also planned to launch a 3G modem offering and there will be a colorful modems this opportunity!
As I get more info I'll posted.

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Negation? NEVER! Virtual tour of Paris

WHAT HISTORY ....

They are on a boat.

Nobody fell in the water.

Nothing told Mad call firefighters.

Mad phone firefighters and said: - "Hello I'm Mad , call for Nothing because Nobody fell in the water!"

activities to involve you ... click on the drawings:

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WE

(Week End)

Jean Luc Godard was released in 1967 "a film lost in the cosmos A film found at junk, a film that does not care at all. " Built around the start of the weekend a couple from Paris, their journey in an endless traffic jam on the roads (one of the longest shot in film history) began what is a journey to a scathing critique of French society. Weekend is a film in which people believed to lynch a badly parked car, the neighbors are fighting a sudden racket tennis and rifle, biting, tearing their hair husbands were deliberately misled by a gente Women violently haughty - talking glibly about their desires and sexual adventures, children insult adults - shitty communist bastards - their wives, cars, and farmers sang the international front tractor to crush their "two small garbage Youth golden ", and God invites himself even in a holdup-hitchhiking to the Last Judgement of the wealthy French, his selfishness, his desire for comfort and dreams limited.

"we can overcome the horror of the bourgeoisie as yet more horrors"

Weekend is buggery lead on the advent of the society of leisure and vacation, a fed weary, long, heavy, endless shouting matches that of 1:40, noise permanent horns, stacked tirades Maoists impossible by characters from a tribe anarchist who kidnaps motorists went on picnic to finish by eat-after multiple beatings - the barbecue.
These young Libertarians are friends of Godard, a sort of avant-garde he frequented intellectual student sitting in a corner with his gray suit and dark glasses, while they wore the Arab-held flaming. He did play here before they take their own role in the events of 1968. Weekend is a mural of the fiery end to a state of civilization, the last meal of a company that will be upset a few months later. But what to do? Anyone remembers it now?