al-ka d b. In July 1518, a good woman danced with unusual frenzy in the streets of the city of Strasbourg . So far, so normal, because there are morons everywhere, we know. The fact is that a week later, there was still dancing, and even worse: he had joined 34 people. A month later, there were 400. Without knowing why they danced, their faces made out of desperation to be aware that they could not stop moving, almost all died of a heart attack.
Already in the twentieth century, in 1962 , a student at a boarding Kashasha in the current Tanzania, told a joke cachondísimo in its class. Horny had to be, because the lads could not stop laughing for about a year, and ill with laughter to all they met. During these months, residents of the village and some surrounding villages regularly burst out laughing without knowing why, without being able to stop laughing, although many were crying at the same time because they could not breathe and it hurt horrors.
The theme of Ricky Martin and Nutella perfectly illustrates a similar phenomenon of mass hysteria. If it already says House: Everybody lies. Who said it was not quite sure what had happened, because a friend had seen it and had it engraved? So there were those who stated that Nutella was two colors! (The best, on the other.) I do not remember, but I myself was one of those who said they had seen with his own eyes. What a lie, folks.
However, although the lie big, though a more false trolled Judas, I explain all this to pull the ground one of the deepest myths among the English foot, a trick ever before been seen or will see, a grand deception that can be summarized in the following maxim: the streets are spotless Swiss. As a canard balls, folks! The streets of Geneva and Lausanne are packed with cigars and papers, and suffer from chiclosis as elsewhere. Sorry, but I had to say because right now we have to stop this atrocity. Why do we lie? That is my legacy. Promote them.
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