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The Latest Twist On The Pampering Concept Is Spa Parties, Where A Group Of Friends Take Over An Entire Spa.

Hooliganism Incarnate, A Walking, Talking, Screaming, Squawking Metaphor For What's Wrong With Young People Today.

In Barcelona, Things Seem So Different. For Example, I Know That It's Traditionally The Least Spanish City, But You'd Never Know They Had A Monarchy, Coming Here As A Tourist - As Opposed To The Uk, Where The Queen Is Probably The Best-known Animal, Vegetable And/or Mineral Going When It Comes To Overseas Visitors.

Mind You, I've Always Been A Very Off-message Type Of Fat Broad; One Who Gladly Admits She Reached The Size She Is Now Solely Through Lack Of Discipline And Love Of Pleasure, And Who Rather Despises People (except Those With Proven Medical Conditions) Who Pretend That It Is Generally Otherwise.

I Feel Even Less Patience With Transsexuals.