In the summer dry season (if you read with the intonation of Juan Carlos Palito, I shall divide the p0ll4 XD), I have just living neurons in my brain of animal sewage. But making an effort, I'm here to tell you some things and, incidentally, involve a mystery that brings me head.
First of all, I wanted to thank God for coming into my blog and thus show you that when I say that I talk to him is not something in my head. God has been in my sewer. I've been in a cloud, and pissed off ... funny, I call my personal phone for a laugh ... 'You know, the last of Michael Jackson? Want know the Baby Jesus! Of course I said that Jesus is not so young, already has thirty-three, but he says he wants to sit at his right hand, although I do not say where he will have his hands ... ' (*) .
In another vein, I just wanted to tell one of the bloggers (Mr. Carlos Becerra ), which I cleaned the vent.
All this comes for a telephone conversation 'we' last week. Well, well, okay ... We had no conversation. Since he did not let me say anything and spent the time insulting me:-D Can you be more ... more ... more ...?
He asked me to clean my gutter more often, and I did this weekend. Taking advantage of the Pisuerga passes through Valladolid, and the big test I had last Sunday, this weekend I have started to work and I made a monumental task.
vacuum cleaner, duster, mop, squeegee, broom, dustpan ... everything ran so happy with my legs Garrudo ... Until suddenly ...
pigs!
KGONLAPUTA! ¿¿¿¿¿ What the hell is that ?????
I approached with caution, I knew I was playing life. One mistake and my body could end up thrown in trash bin in record time. Slowly. Slowly ... First one leg, then another, gently, not noticing he was becoming purple brown my pants ... Quietly, almost without breathing. And the most disgusting thing I saw ... I had seen in life.
A motorcycle helmet? A Lilliputian marker? A dry mucus from any of my nephews? Noooooo! A hornet's nest ¡¡¡¡¡ TABLE skirts !!!!!
AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH !!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡
course, do not say I cried like a pussy, and I ran to take refuge in the loving arms of my hero (Mighty Mouse, of course), but not because I did not, but because I'm going to say:-D (which I already had warned, bucking ...).
I waited for the wasp wasp out of their filthy circulil (no den, it was round:-D), took one of my sandals and, with brutality, this penthouse will milk a hornet's nest that I sent into the stratosphere ... 'Do you want more, dirty stronghold of dried mud? " , I shouted, 'Do you want more, a worshiper of Satan? " . Spray it with my sandals, not by coup but by the smell emanating from them and then I turned to the window glass ... And there she stood. Looking at me sourly.
- Bzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzz! [Fox disgusting, my casaaaaaaaa!).
- Will you also try the same medicine, slut?
- Bzzzzz bzzzzzz, bzzzzz bzzzzzzz bz! [You took my house, perraca of shit!).
- And do it again a thousand times, insect underworld.
- Bzzzzzzzz bzzz! [Not if I can help!]
I went with a sandal in one hand and a spray kills bugs in another. If you had to die, would be fighting like a champ.
- Bzzzzz bzzz, Bzzzzzzzz! [Vade retro, Satan]
wasp looked at me I looked at it. His eyes shone with madness. He had lost his home and knew he could lose much more. Could lose his life ... or virginity. The first thing that happened.
- Bzzzzzz bzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzz! [not catch me alive, twit!]
- annihilate you, if it's the last thing I do, jalagranputa.
- Bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz! Bz bzzzzzz Bzzzzzzzzzz [Forget it! Before you bite in the glans]
- I HAVE NO GLAND, ABNORMALITIES OF THE BALLS!
- Bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzz ... [For the foie puturrú]
- This expression is mine, copiota of shit.
The fighting was fierce. The wasp took the sting and tried stabbing me between the shoulder blades like a rapier. Retreated. Advanced. Jumped on me and my sandal radioactive repelled.
- Bzzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzz Bzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz ['ve stopped this beat but you will not stop the next. You tear the testicles and I'll make a bag to carry the pills sinusitis].
- JALAGRANPUTA, do not have testicles! I shouted angrily side will pay your boldness.
- Bzzzzz bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzz [Well then, I'll strip your eyes and play marbles with them].
- not dare, flying pig. You bring out the intestines and I'll make a scarf with them. You'll see, and ...
forces were very evenly matched. There was no mercy. When one moved the other was down. When one was down the other advanced. Our weapons clashed constantly with a bang. Drops of sweat beaded my forehead. He felt the muscles tense. My claws clutched my arms knowing that my life depended on it.
- Bubi, what do you not let us take a nap with the noise, both cry and cry so much?
:-D Great, my dad has come to help! There was a dry
'splat! ". In a slap the wasp left the world of the living to go to Heaven ... or where wasps go fuck your wasps and wasp waist wasp cuerpín ... (stating that it is not envy, eh?) .
This is the corpse of the culprit. Of course, had no burial. I threw out the window as I made sure I could play it without fearing for my life. Ahhhhh, what gives pleasure to be so brave ... !!!!!
Needless to say, this is all because of Carlos Becerra . If I had not made up his mind those damn tips on hygiene, I would not have run such a personal risk. Next time flat, you come clean. Or at least try to be more subtle when trying to kill me, as your killers are foll ... this ... failed.
On the other hand, I would like to speak also of a mystery. Should have the same status as the miracle of the loaves and fishes:
Can anyone explain how it is possible to talk 58 seconds with someone with whom I am angry and pissed off (see Anselmo, to give an example), and Vomistar charge me € 4.13, and another twenty minutes and talk attendant charged me just over two euros? I've always been bad with numbers. From what I see is scum ... people that are better than me.
A kiss of Sussu petits mom!
PD.: I would like to thank Maya the bee, who has collaborated in the translation. Although bees and wasps are not the same language, she has been invaluable. PD2
.: Carlos, would you kindly give me your address to send the body of your 'Sicaria'? Asiasssss !!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡
(*) Michael Jackson replaced by the Duke of Feria ... if you're a fan of the singer:-D If you're a fan of both, can be replaced by Jesus Christ, that of 'Let the children come to me ...'.
jevises
And pa loh ...
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