Yes! manages to escape from the clutches of the terrorist group that tortured me in a horrible, inhuman, horrible and frightening, making me see my channel, VTV, all fucking day, along with those videos of Chengue. Thought of it, I start to tremble as Silvia Perez vibrator when you let alone in the office. But I know you will wonder how such shit I escape without PUTOS I touch a hair of your ass. Then I will explain each of the steps to take in my great escape:
While watching that horrible Baillo program called "Rumbo a la Cancha" (which is one of the worst turtles that ever lived) the terrorists were watching SpongeBob the other side of the room, so I moved slowly to the chair, to take a knife to cut all the cords that bound me, and secretly, between the kitchen and got a fried egg, and I had a hell of hunger, because these terrorists I had to pee and crap diet ... but in the end it takes the taste, and I also made a rich turd sandwich with cheese, so I store in the pocket doubts. But what we were. Then it occurred to me that I wanted could escape through the toilet touching the tank, but the attempt failed miserably, and I was disappointed that only one could do in the cartoons. So I had no other to face the terrorists. We were just me, my knife, my underpants Winnie Pooh, and them. But as he had no desire to fight, crack pa 'the door and went to hell before cagaran dead.
Now I'm back here in my mansion, with protection of the CIA, FBI, KGB, RBD, OGT and the PT, which are 24 hours watching my house. With this protection up, I take or to dance! Ah! I almost forgot. I take this opportunity to thank the "command blogger for wanting to rescue, at heart, THANK YOU!
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