Hello boys and girls, girls and boys, as they dance? I am here in a post-Christmas afternoon, his belly still swollen and a little sleep to recover. But do not be afraid I will not make a summary of year-end, the truth was not my best years so I'll leave my coequipers that will make better than me. or will I talk about my old man is a phenomenon. The other having a nice chat in my car (my old man technically, but if I put the gas equipment that makes us so happy in some proportion is mine as well x) I remembered a tragi-comic story I'm about to go to run in a short but intense words.
It was a common night, an ordinary day, a development company where he held a beautiful celebration can not remember which was celebrated so I leave to your imagination. We were with my cousin Peter, in the midst of a karaoke rowing. For if they are not counted or not had the misfortune of witnessing one, my cousin and I make a karaoke, a show where we sing, we invite those present to sing and do the odd game for people to pass relatively well ( consulting engagements here haha). We were in the midst of a slump no one approached to sing so my cousin (has 40 pirulos) had the best idea to put an issue of his time, my old Piero, because people were great and could come to have people who likes the pretty but sad muyyyyyyyyyyyyy Piero theme that we wanted to present. We sang some verses of the song and we see that movement is generated in the room, look inside yourself thinking that either we sang che, with two stanzas that make people go crazy, and we see a man running towards us making a gesture of scissors (the description of gestures I let another ride that's good at that) screaming in the last few yards that we cut and please point us to a table. Here is nice story becomes one of the worst moments of my life where I felt anxiety, heat, like disappearing, and many more dark feelings. As we look to the table saw a lady, old lady, some 80-odd, in wheelchair, as I recall that for your imagination fly, but was very much like the lady in wheel chair to Gasalla, which asked all the companion and said of course not, I beg you not bring it to me, and moved crashing all great but great character. This grandmother was holding her head, moving it all around and slapping the table without stopping, shaking his head, torso, said no, and cried like a damn. What we do not know is that her husband had died of poor elderly to little time, so in the encircled a large logistics and relatives tried to calm, but without success, so the old woman was taken to the bathroom in the middle of a nervous breakdown and never came out of the bath.
If not amused them (remember to Gasalla doing the character, but step help and house by house and the story with gestures that could work better haha) but it did and then this whole scene had to grab the microphone and keep singing as if nothing had happened, but if pasoooooo almost killed an old woman.
This teaches us that the wanker can cagarte Piero night. Piero and your whore of parioooooooó jajaja
Embrace goal and having a big but great 2010
It`s a great guy my Old
Wake ... As a birthday but less Globes
It starts with a title that a little strong but what I generate in certain situations is to put more black humor than ever, tell a breastplate, others say Marcelo, others call it by name and surname "Marcelo Breastplate" Instead I just I call it "diversion in places where you tend not to have a good-ism", the ISM is to give a little more accuracy in diagnosis.
what I am is that usually one tends to go to wakes with an idea of pain, but everything ends becoming a mere family reunion where we cry to someone who was, we took a few cafes and we get a day with the things of the family. Pq I began to think about this???? pq in the last time attended several of these, and it is those moments in life where one is reminded of how good was this person that SIMEPRE was good with dogs and never cheat on his wife as we speak with more fliares close to what he shared his last hours, but after a little bit longer casket hidden away from the laughs, jokes with family we do, we commented laburo change pipo's nephew who is no longer Dealer, after much effort led to an most important position and is now the casino dealer.
is celebrated in this way a wake in which we are all sad and take cafe of very poor quality when there are places where it makes a great dinner farewell to the deceased??? we all know the wakes were created not to end by singing Rasguña Stones meet a Catalepticos revived in the coffin, which is why it tends to ensure the one night and a morning in which we try to understand the person pq is murisiono if it was so good !!!!!!!!! sisi asi de bueno. sisi so good. I'm interested in knowing how to act appropriately in a wake and I'm taking this
How to act.
In a wake more about what are the words (Remember that a picture is worth a million words, DO NOT TAKE PICTURES), and most welcome is the gesture (Jim Carrey `s refrain from graceful gestures). Just for coming, and it is shown "interest" by the family of the deceased (leaving me with the fact that many questions put quotes in Interest). Keep gestures of affection and love to the family of the deceased (tongue kissing, breech and played jokes with the girl outside the program) and not too lengthy visit, since it is a great day "long" for family, and receive many visits (the famous very fast, you do your part and you go, no more no less ... The Just). Avoid saying and just felt trite expressions: as you wanted ... it was like a brother to me ..., etc. (Leaving aside monetary claims, comments about his lovers and his addiction to heroin).
To do.
the visit should be short not leave if no wake another visit with them, unless specifically requests it, (nothing). a little time until you get someone to let them together (avoid looking at your watch every 30 seconds, not well seen). must respect the decision of some families do not receive condolences, visits or sympathy (do not send telegrams, so if that is not used more). a wake centers or not carried wreaths. Are sent with a short-motto of your friends, your loved ones, etc .- (or drunks but the clus, your private kittens, you will miss Gordo CC). for clothing, is a personal choice.If not in mourning, at least it a dark color (Purple, Yellow, Fush).
all of this leaves me even more confused pq says tips that leave you as a guy who will compromise ... are all these people who came here? do not know even half and am no longer a child, because I got to assemble a small train in the middle of the wake???
to go to a wake are we going to a family reunion where we're going to find very special people that long ago that we see and expect to remain so for much longer, the only thing that makes it different is that instead of gift is flowers, instead of bringing a smile on his face carry a long face, the irony is that if we talk about the birthday of a large woman say the same thing at a wake, "I'll walk in feeling." note that usually when we come to a wake a long face but as I said before leaving it to change our face, we are a little less sad, we were with people we love and end "the dead left to suffer", however the leaving a family birthday first thing they say is "you see that evil is the chola???"
always remember the following
By going to a wake to bring something to drink and / or eating, preferably Gancia type cheeses and snacks or Fernet, do not pass an embarrassment to come with empty hands knowing that they put the Ham.
Always carry cotillon in case the topic is half dead
The phrase "would not come empty handed so please leave one at home" applies only if this is a nice birthday or ocacion
be happy and enjoy your next Funeral
The day in which I lost one of my lives…
Good friends! As he hangs to them? Ajam, to my also for the right… ah, that… to vos for the left? AAAHHH JAJAJA WHISTLE CHICOOOO!
Today I bring a totally verídica anecdote to them. Several of the readers already listened to it counted by my same one. For the rest, I request to him that they put a little imagination.
Memory that for approximately 3 years (already as much? Puta that I am old…) it worked in call to center of a company of attendance to the traveller (if, like assist card ignorantes…). Since almost all the company were call to center, we had those hour crazy people of that job class. That is to say, rotating schedules, with rotating francs, and a schedule of exit really choto. If, I said choto!
It is that just in that month of July, hs was called on to me to work from 15 to 23. Considering which I complete subte of the line To passed to 22.57hs through the station Stones, I left 5 minutes before the work, apuradísimo, ran 5 blocks until subte, which, as to that hour nobody travels, arrived in a pedo until the Miserere station, and could calmly take the train me that left 23.11hs.
Thanks to the Almighty, that month were called on to me to be my francs Saturdays and Sundays.
In one of the coldest days of that year, it prepares me to leave house and to direct me to the work. Already from early hours at dawn, when I awoke (11… 11.30hs…) it suspected that all it was not going to me to leave as it wanted. Let us imagine one of the days but cold of the year, so cold that that day, the taxis were handled by pingüinos (thanks Child for so many joys), now that we have the mental image, we try to think that so warm it was going to be I… IF, CORRECT! It was so windbreak, that alongside mine, Barny, the doll of Michellin and a Teletubbie they were skinny.
I raised the Sarmiento, almost empty to the hour in which I took it (14hs approx) and I undertook my route to the work. Memory that day to have had a quite complicated day. Even, to 22,54 hs (1 minute before going to me) memory that sounded my telephone and was neither but nor less than famous Leo Dan, requesting a doctor from Fertile valleys, because it had left nro in the roulette to which he was going to bet to him and finally he did not do it, which produced an important loss to him in its arterial pressure… Question, I had to send a doctor to him, which took 3 minutes to me, and therefore, it caused that it lost I complete subte, ergo, I did not arrive to take the train from 23.11hs and had to hope to the one of 23.55hs!
To this height, the level of rage and wrath that it had in my being, were incredible, the eyes put, my muscles green began to grow extremely… is that… it is that… is that I am not when me enojoooo! Good, perhaps, I exaggerated a little, but enough it was angered. Simply it wanted to arrive fast at my house, and somebody already had been in charge to retard to 45 minutes this desire.
The Marrow of this history, begins when I arrive at the receiving station, that is, Morón.
Next I will do a plane to them of how this distributed the station of Morón as far as the entrances, and where it is left my house, thus is going to be able to understand the events of that night.
Having seen that map, they will include/understand that to leave the station, traveling in the first wagon of the train, it would have to back down a block until the exit, and to return to walk that block that already had backed down, to be able to arrive at my home; that is to say, a passage that could be of 3 blocks, becomes one of 5. Considering which already they were 1.30hs of the dawn, those two blocks of were inadmissible more for my mind.
And then, back in my memory must have had a flash, and to remember all the bad moments of the day, all the idioteces that I committed in my life and all the vaccines that they gave me of very small. Single of that way it had been able to choose between following the two options:
To love, to take care of and to honor the life, to direct to me in center until the exit of the station, located of the same one, and to walk those two blocks of more than it it caused.
B To play being a Talibán Suicida and to jump by the end of walks, shortening the distances towards my home and saving appraised time.
But obvious, I chose option B. For my defense, I must allege that it was not the first time that did this, and always with results than more positive (it felt Jackye to me Chan). Despite this, it happened what had to happen.
The train arrived at the station. All we lowered, vah, all those that we lowered in Morón. Obvious, he was not the unique one that was going to make this luck of feat. Quickly, and before the train starts, all those that we were going to jump by the end of walk we were arranged to do it, when my turn arrived, I jumped with confidence, but we do not forget that it seemed a teletubbie with allergy.
When touching the ground of the channels with my feet, I hit my shoulder against another subject that had made he himself jump that I. Single which he left dismissed for the side of the platform, and I, for the side of the third rail.
For all those ignorantes of excrement, the third rail of the channels of a train is the one that takes the current. The DC that circulates around he himself is generally of 110 volts, but the amazing thing is the incredible amperage of the same one, that is what makes circulate the heavy wagons of the train.
Having explained this, I continue relating the 7 seconds that my fall lasted (that seemed ether to us). When giving this topetazo, and being disguised I of the mascot of the equipment of baseball of simpson, tripped and undertook a tragic trip towards the third rail. As my body approached the floor, only about which it could think era in not touching the third rail with the hand, since if this happened, it was going to stay as a chicken to the spiedo, single that without the chicken and the spiedo…
This agony continued, until at certain moment, finally I could support my hand in the floor, and there I relaxed single to notice that my legs followed in movement. First it supported my left leg on the lubrication stone floor… and soon, my right leg gave between one of the channels and third rail.
Like being able to explain the sensation of that moment with words? Almost impossible, so I will try to be the plus I specify possible. Imagine a kick electrical, now, they multiply that percent and they add a dwarf kicking to him the balls and an old one to him tweaking the nipples to him. Something thus I felt. The electricity ran by my leg, burning my trousers and the leg, causing a fast contractura of the muscle known like Binocular, crossed all my body finally to leave and to return to the floor using my right thumb like bridge. Causing quite deep blisters (that were dried and burned instantaneously with he himself heat of the electricity) and injuries to me.
I calculate that it will have been half second later, when finally I reacted and I raised the head (all this, the train followed mine back and at any time it was going to undertake march, running danger to be squashed by he himself), when making this movement, I saw pass to a person of masculine sex and high age, crossing by the peatonal crossing of the channels, outlining average smile and pronouncing the phrase:
“JÁ, that porrazo, no? Jugale to the 56” (56=la fallen)
And it is here when I take advantage of to retrieve to me; PIECE AS AN OLDER PERSON CHOTO SON OF THOUSAND PUTAS, SO THAT CARAJO INSTEAD OF PASSING CAGANDOTE OF LAUGHTER OF MY, YOU DID NOT COME TO HELP TO ME, FOSSIL IN MOVEMENT BADLY TAKEN BY A DONKEY WITH CIFILIS!
Returning to the subject, I raised the head, I saw happen to old choto that it said that to me, and quickly I rose and I felt invaded by that electricity that happened through my body (and by cagazo to that the train happens to me through above…) and I left at full speed running in the direction of my house. I arrived, I disinfected my wounds with alcohol (note: hurt of burns, THEY DO NOT BECOME DISINFECTED WITH ALCOHOL, HURTS MUUUCHOOO), I watched the mirror, and I realized of which calmly a second could have died… later, laughed to outbursts of laughter. Madness? Joy to be alive? I am a cat? I am re cat? I follow really alive!
Think it. Love its life. Say to him that NOT to drugs, and if to the trolas.
That is my friend pumaaaa!
Hello gentuza, as it dances to them? Good in the day of the date we want to make a denunciation publishes of a conceptual swindle that we have discovered by chance with the petera band the past Wednesday 30/01/2008.
Step to tell them as it were the situation, we were reunited with small “Zoe”, with the notero star, another return and the black in ass (if in a bar, in the table that already we chose like a luck customary, is a panel of a black in ass putting with face of gil, incredible? Then it creates it! Replayyyyyy); in our dear bar “King Castro” located to pasitos of our work, which this plenty of pictures of queridísimo revolutionary Cuban “Fidel Castro”.
Watching the same one we noticed that the face of Fidel, hid something but, something that quickly we managed to discover. Apparently conocidísimo actor “Puma Goiti” had had the idea to place a bar in micro center with certain airs Central American, where to be able to take typical drinks from that zone, the idea, the capital and all the rest already were ready, but it needed to obtain a name that makes notice the tendency of the bar, and it would have been happened to him to use the name of Fidel, since this very far and too much occupied like worrying so that they robbed the name and the image to him.
But it did not want to absolutely resign its presence in the bar, so a disguised photo decided to remove from I castrate and shouting its famous phrase “treason dioooooooooo.”.
Surely the thickness of people did not realize but with ours agudísima intelligence could not, YOU CAGAMOS PUMAAAAAA.
I leave a hug them and they do not trust which sees; Not everything what shines, is gold of 14 kilates that sells the black everywhere!
As always to reinforce the words, here this the image in where it sees clearly that the one of the photo is not Fidel Castro, but that is our friend the Puma.
Until the next one.
(And to still more reinforce videito in honor to the Puma and But the Great one)
I do not promise laughter…
Hello enthusiastic beloveds of fine Literature and level. Today I approach you by means of this wonder that is “internés”, to comment some histories, memories and other stupidities to him that occurred during my vacacional period of receso.
Let us begin to say that, another year but, we slept in the laurels and we did not organize anything like people, therefore, I ended up deciding that after 8 years, it was hour to visit my godmother, who lives in Resistance, Chaco.
I am going to avoid the part in which I went to remove the passage and they violated to me at the time of receiving itself, because he does not have significance. So I will happen directly to the day of the trip.
Tuesday 15 of January of the current, to 18.20hs, had me to raise micro. Therefore, that same day to 17hs I began to arm the purse. While it finished putting within the he himself all rowers, preservative boxers, boxes and boxes (that finally single would use for “one of luxury”…), my mother approaches asks to me:
I: (counting preservative boxes) 14….15 ..... 16….
Mamucha: Querés that we are going to you to dismiss with papa?
And here the marrow of history began. I calculate that my mother, after years and years and years of being mother, processed, it developed and it perfected techniques that I did not know. It waited for the indicated moment, the moment of distraction mine, to ask that to me, because she knew that my unconscious one would be responsible for me, and thus was. I acceded to that they came. After thinking it awhile, I supposed that it was not a missed decision absolutely. It mistook to me. So the one was missed as that bought Tólares (as ex- president Duhalde said) when this he was $4.15. -
To 18hs remís was in the house door. Obvious, my parents were delayed, about 5 minutes approximately. We raised remís and we undertook way towards the stranger… or to the Terminal, affluent nonmemory…
When arriving, we asked as it was the amount of the trip to the remisero, and arose to char it thus: (alive to 15 blocks where he left micro)
I: Whatever is?
Remicerdo: seriaaannnnnnnn…. $8.10. -
My old one: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!
R: sure they would be $6 of the trip, but 30 cents per minute of delay, that is (30*7) +6= $8.10. -
I: it pays pa… but dale $8.25. -, because in fact 7 minutes and average of delay were…: P (if, I made that face)
We lowered of the car with a little warm goodbye of the remisero towards my sister (not yet I understand so that…)
The Heat was exhausting, and micro came with a little from delay. Until finally I saw double the corner. Red target and, the colors of the glorious “Rooster” of Morón… Because the traffic light was in red, micro could not arrive to where we were the passengers, so the second driver lowered to come to look for the luggage. But for my surprise, behind it lowered the stewardess, to see the subject of the passages.
Like explaining to them? The stewardess was precious. Divine, with youngster characteristics inhabitant of some colony in Missions, a red miniskirt that did not cover but of a 15% of its legs, that of in case, were long as leg of flamenco, and tonificadas like those of a professor of aerobics. A white blouse that, button more, button less, let glimpse a decollete not too bulky, but totally provided. Its face, similar to the one of one of Los Angeles painted by Michel Angelo in the ceiling of the Sextina Chapel, made up perfectly. Red shoes, by far I mark, were the ones in charge to maintain united to the Earth to this angel sent by the gentleman to make us happy.
I calculate that the problem was the smile marks “to Colgate®” that was drawn in my face, when seeing so perfect creation. Because but, I do not understand so that it happened what happened.
I would like to be in an audience, surrounded by all you, to be able to request that they raise to the hand those to which her mother, never humiliated. I calculate that of being thus, the raised hands would be very few, for the rest of the presents in this hypothesis, I calculate that they will agree in which most of these humiliations will have been at the scholastic time, is ***reflxed mng: Last years of the primary school and all the secondary one. After this, the mothers generally cease hostilities humillatorias, and they let to us live calm the rest on our miserable lives. But once again, it was mistaken. As if outside a Jockey trying to mount galgo…
Making use of those arms of which she spoke to them, my mother the talent to be made it once again. She took advantage of the moment greater deconcentration mine. Oh God! So that you have created me so weak front to the incommensurable beauty of the féminas!
Having to me already dismissed of my parents, I gave the passage to him to the stewardess, and raised assault echelon of micro… and there it happened… there was when I listened to it… THAT was the moment at which my mother unfolded all her armament against my moral, my ego and my super I. Being I already of backs to my mother and backs to the stewardess, with a smile Colgate Triple Action drawn in my face, listened my mother going to the most precious youngster (the stewardess):
Mamucha: Cuidamelo well that is the first time that travels SOLITO!
Instantaneously, as if outside a hologram, my smile had disappeared.
The situation towards the beautiful stewardess: IRREMONTABLE
Not only by the phrase, but by the part of the “almost degrading SOLITO”…… Any plan, devises, opportunity, hope or yearning of although it is to cross some intelligently graceful phrase the young traveller, had disappeared with the same speed with which a pedo disappears of inside of a basket in means of an open of terrain.
The rest of the trip was an excrement. Imagine that to the 3 hours to raise, the conditioned air was broken, trying to fix it one of the drivers died and we lost 45 minutes in means of the anything burying the corpse. 9 hours we traveled without air. To Chaco. Where the small lizards escupen the legs not to burn themselves. Is understood the idea? Ok, happening through currents, micro made wait for another one us, to make the FOURTEEN KILOMETERS THAT LACKED UNTIL RESISTANCE with micro to which the conditioned air worked to him.
But clearly, the trip already Had been sabotaged from before beginning.
Vacacionales things
them story that does but of 1 hour that I have this open one with I title position and my brain does not let to me remember things…. slug nose that wave…
this history that I am going to write is pq yesterday bodoque me pidio please that puts it in blog
she is graceful when I act it, but in the sera Web nose if the same
but we make the best attempt
Good it is that one night of my vacations we went to a called bar Duendes, in fact I went whenever sali to that place, but it does not come now to the case, because the anecdote talks about to tonight in individual.
Is being who enters this bar a girl who almost mediates just like I measure, everything of pblanco, or grandota and with a white bandana in the serious head… as a mixture between Shaquille Or `neil but Pamela Anderson multiplied by the Tucumana Pump, like result this daria to a Queen Blond Latifah platinada and creanlo or not consegui a photo that is resembled enough
Good considering that the result is this muchachota enormous that contoneaba its hip of for and was accompanied there here of a quite peculiar group of person… a Man muuuuy grandote but with a black bandana (nose, estara fashionable Greenland), which was very drunk and apparently it was the pair of Latifah, habia grandote and an also very drunk boy that was with a woman that apparently nondrunk but was drugged and finally a negrita with sex hunger that sobaba with all those that they happened.
Is being who Latifah rubbed with any man who happened through where was she, and if habia no man did not go in search of them and he began them to rub of a very sensual way…. single if it were sensual. Latifah took to a rower or a thing so it was tied to the neck and two by three abria this knot and was left practically in teats podria to say itself. In this remaining in teats towards which the boys take hold themselves of the same ones as group banister rails and pibes nor there that let take hold itself.
Is being who in one of its pornographic dances him ocurrio to take hold a rump (according to pq says to me I have pretty tail… nose that), to which I occurred return and I said to him
I: Nooooooooooooooooooooo!
L: Dale whom you like
I: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, we leave the colita peacefully
L: as you want
Segui moving the skeleton in this bowling alley seeing as seguia facing different boys and were let magrear the chests by but of one, notices there that the morochita petisa comia (kissed) to all the boys that hot Latifah left, but I put myself to think that wave? clear rubiona was in pair and the other was descocando bad. Without but segui in mine and aparecio what I am called “Duck I raise a skinny one”.
It was doing a little of bar when a personage faces to me
Boy who flees: Crazy person please escondeme
I: That?
M: Please, Escondeme!
I: But that queres, that puts to you underneath the chicken farmer?
M: Nose, which you want but I request escondeme please to you
I: all good I hide to you, but beforehand I warn to you that I am not going to you to put underneath my chicken farmer pq today I came with jean… the chicken farmer lets it to wash
M: Thank you very much crazy
The boy puts mine giving the back to people and removes his V3 Black close. He begins to send msje of text looking for to his friends but he does not obtain his assignment
M: Thanks crazy, takings something? I invite to you
I: no, but thanks black
M: slug I invite a something to you, a beer
I: Nonvolume beer, but thanks slug
M: uhhh crazy there this the blonde that this following to me
Miro and I notice that morocha talks about to Latifah and his and partisan dwarf
M: crazy person follows me by all sides and he says to me that I am cagon pq I do not dance with her
I: you do not worry that one becomes to everybody
M: it does not concern Che, me this returning crazy… uhhh responded my friends to me…. they estan in the track of back… thanks to hide to me crazy
I: naaa don't mention it boy
in this point all the group of Latifah estabamuy drunk and/or passed of purchase, was why when the dwarfed negrita tetona was put to wag with Latifah prendio like garrapata the enormous boy of bandana that accompanied them…. Fatiiiiiiiiiiiidico result went to stop the 3 to the floor, with their ass profit an unavoidable aterrisaje Latifah on the wet and dirty ground. They remember that I said that was dressed target, good the target already almost was not present pq was grela of the floor but the water in all its clothes there vosifere “By the beards of Odin! ”, people I let watch the spectacle and volte to see that habia this that, obvious I put my better face of salamin and watches towards a flank, people not entendia nothing and all began to stick (verbally speaking to him) a boy who was alongside mine. at this moment senti great lightening and peli drink in bar, when I feel a very great hand that takes my right rump as if it did not have tomorrow and this taking hold I complete little of food that there is, removes the hand from my handles and
I: habiamos been left that no
L: nonhabiamos been left nothing
I: good then no, I do not like that you thus walk touching the ass to me
L: Boring
average bad Latifah went away but I could be dedicated to watch the panorama with tranquillity, I approach a group to them of purretes there the lady at issue
Young person 1: Señoooooraaaaaa excuses to lady ...... señoraaaa ........... (like when foot the ball to the neighbor)
Negrita: that she happens, it is my breast
Young person 1: ahhh ok… pear these teats is not yours…. they are re operated
N: no, they are mine!
Young person 1: if, since you put the silver and you paid them
Young person 2 and: ; jajajjajajajajjajaja
N: It does not watch, are mine
the young people begin to magrear the chests to him and is but they invite to participate to me in festin pectoral, to which I stop by principles and a little good pleasure
There I feel that my ass is touched with much intensity
I: that habiamos been?
tocandome the ass with much carp, well pegadito to the bar
L: vos you know that you like
I: I do not touch to you nor with a laser leader
L: Daleee
I: at least soltame the ass while we spoke by favooooooooooor
L: sos boring, sabelo
I: no, I am the sufficiently sober thing not to let to me strike by that grandote
there it retires to me of the establishment extremely sad by to have left ahh…. I did not put myself sad, better than it does not touch to me but
without but I retire to me
they are taken care of to me
MartyMcFly