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I bring paaazz ... ..

Jaime Maussan, UFO researcher known Mexican arrives in La Paz, bringing the translation of the alien message was found in a corn field in central England and apparently is the answer to those who sent Carl Sagan in 1967 along with a team of scientists to fart.
A furgoncito with two loudspeakers roamed El Prado La Paz powered by rumbling in the ears of passers the soundtrack of "X-Files." The normal pedestrian, who did not realize he was being manipulated by aliens notes Mark Snow, automatically ending slowly raising his eyes to heaven. Of course not finding had nothing on her head to look around at the happy furgoncito that got such a hellish noise, the same as on its sides brought the poster of the event "alien" with this "mexican crazy preacher."
While it seems that this ufologist not taken a good acid as Professor Cavan "The Day of the Beast" has his head in the stars as anyone who is faithfully devoted to research beyond the skies. However, in an interview with local media Maussan UFO researcher said what everyone says when collecting tickets to his talk and the same that Mr. Burns said as he entered fart after of its rejuvenation. "The ET's are sending us a message amoooor."
"Basically, in England the messages are quite clear, as the crosses and binary messages that leave us. We are warning that there is still time to change, and we are dangerously close to an ending that nobody wants, and especially talk that they disagree with those who have called impostors, Maussan said in an interview in a Bolivian TV channel.
Bueeh!, No way, for one who waits for the arrival of the Eighth Passenger to destroy the capitalist system and then, more painfully, the Socialist, is not alentador que los marcianos traigan un mensaje de amor, porque en estos tiempos esa palabrita es la que más dinero genera a través de un buen marketing y una buena frase publicitaria, como lo hacen los amigos estos que se reúnen los domingos a tocar pandereta. Así que, el amor, en estos tiempos, es sinónimo de “Money”, así que Time is Money, Money is love, ergo, Love is money…. Love sells…Fuck off!
Me pregunto si alguna vez aparecerá un ufólogo que diga: “¡Sonamos!, los marcianos nos vienen a aniquilar, ¡sálvese quien puedaaa!”. Pero no, porque a ese no le darían ni hotel donde hospedarse, ni mota que fumarse.
Pero en so anyway, you must demonstrate hospitality whoever the ball arrives, so Don Jaime, "Welcome to La Paz."