Ah, come back. What verb. That
grieguito saying that you never again was supremely wrong.
He turns, and that's the tragedy.
After rivers and mountains and forest adventures and almost kill me crossing a suspension bridge, after that, I came back. I came back, yes, different. I came back smeared with a layer of tranquility. But it is fragile because it is scratched and bitten and chewed by all those who are part of that damn verb: to return.
They pushed me back into that what you tried to clean in the last 15 days.
All of them.
All.
The town with its orchestra of horns and screeching of subway and dazed pedestrians and dirt and despair.
office with his cast of fearless commies, climbers, anemic of soul and just assholes.
There is no other way to describe the fat Spam. It's just a wanker.
Once. Only once was. Once I said I love Ellen Page. That even in a sloppy paper like I can love the Inception. Once told him. For that reason I guess now there are 17 pictures of her taped to my desk. And not even good shots, slaps Google with a humorous approach. No. Pim, here she is. Pum, here as well. PIRIMED, another. And pam, print and paste.
Spam And the big laughs.
Yes, okay. I like the mannered of Death cab for cutie. All we have our delicacies. All. Rambo I bet you would enjoy a bubble bath. I signed that Chuck Norris smile pleased by a foot massage. Not the Techno Viking. There is no pleasure for him and kill more than dance.
Now, the only thing he can think of is to print a paper that says "Death cab for cutie rocks!" And pegármelo on my desktop? Because that was the very simple asshole.
Spam And the big laughs.
Is this hosting vandalism with which I have to face? Do I have to fall back on this Maelstorm of childishness and anemia? Is there no respite?
Ah, I disconnected the mouse as well.
Spam And the big laughs.
layer gives peace of mind that was smeared.
're going on vacation so that when they return, we are different. So that our lungs are saturated with air and other spend at least two months to be invaded again by the desire to reshape the face of our boss with a monitor.
But no. No. Simple Spam big assholes as we cuddle up his criticism dialectical philosophy that grieguito. You can return. No bureaucracy. You can return.
I look. And then the revenge naked before me shamelessly. Contemplate. The curves of her body outlined a vicious blow that would blush even to the Techno Viking.
Spam And the big laughs.
