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the South Americans.

And then I understood that football

is a sport for monkeys.

Whore, what are you talking about?

So what then?

Just a shot!

One shot?

You're stupid.

Awesome! Great!

- Incredible

- What a loser!

You really are a complete idiot.

Is there a scratch

Where it comes out, it football?

And you continue to take it everywhere.

Silence, guys!

What?

Good God!

What misery I am speechless.

Put on your seatbelts.

It stinks!

I am really speechless.

It is the cake mom peppers.

- Can I say one thing?

- Certainly not.

Go ahead

No offense.

No way.

I'll kill you.

Stop!

Last night, when we met you in a box,

We said, always the same, the Italians

They are malignant

dredge and foreign.

Well, not at all!

These tights.

Those who point to tell you,

My dear, what is your name?

We will take a ride?

We are afraid that you

are dangerous.

But you're really nice.

So we are delighted

to have met you.

And I think that of you.

Pasta will do with you?

We are the good guys.

The black guy was dangerous.

Yes, black!

But he was given a lesson.

No one would say, but our little

prince...he can hit.

I got really scared.

It is your friends, huh?

I love passionately.

Last year I burned two alive.

Do not laugh, it's true.

My god, you're a racist.

Not at all.

It is their fault, negroes.

You're hilarious.

Jacques, my friend.

Yes, tonight we is stoned.

My poor.

If not, you keep on a leash, you

have fun with us!

All is well?

Yes, you're driving

Who is here?

One is with two wogs.

Wogs?

People who speak Italian poorly.

We speak very well!

Yes, we are on the way.

Have fun.

Think about me!

For everyone, it is with you.

If mom calls, you are with me.

So? Is below, this rave?

This is the guy who told us about it.

He can not come.

I do not understand the road.

Show map.

You do not have.

Gps?

And I would take what?

Delirious?

Party with loud music and lots of drugs?

Speaking of drugs.

La Bamba to eat?

Come on guys!

Don't worriy, I thought of everything.

A small one for the road, we'll

begin the game here.

Say what?

- No, sorry, not this stuff!

- What is this?

It's a trick bums!

In life, you've tried everything,

even the vices of the poor.

No, I will roll a joint.

Spin me another puff.

Go, sh*t, we start!

Transforms the grid.

This is where Jacques said.

Look a little.

That's it, we're.

Finally, I'm tired.

It's time to play!

We.

Here. Now you have to walk.

Take the bags,

Lamps,

Beers.

And triggers.

Forward.

I do not hear the music.

It has not started yet.

Or they try to be quiet, it is

illegal.

A rave is not legal at all.

They are in the woods.

Go, dear.

You're in great shape.

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