-and how have you been? - Asked the Nita, trying to get my voice was something charming to flirt without success otherwise.
- well, he answered the black without any skirmish to determine in my head a flirtation with flavor lust. Derrepente, without warning, a room was just steps away from us, is thrown a chair by the window and a six-foot African black man runs like a cheetah would eat in the bush.
In an instant, no time to brood over what happened, we agree with the black telepathic detention and we stand, seeing more going on in the room.
People start crowding around sucucho and shocked when we all start out the fire. The language reminded me of Gene Simmons in a KISS concert with one brandishing a sword of China's film as stale and underground.
-BRINGS THE EXTINGUISHER !!!... SALE WEON ... HELP! - Was heard between steps and micro stressed, when magically nymphs begin walking machines that were within that localcillo, their work uniforms, prepared from a thread dental and a couple of stickers of smiley faces on each nipple sucker.
buttocks out one by one to an accelerated rate, being buffeted by the flames that seemed to master the old farm.
The parade was complete. Oxygenated went topless blondes with glitter on her shoulders and blushed with half ass, that were it not for the fire situation, I would think it was red with embarrassment, but rather the minute nangazos happy Colombians. Then came a tall brunette and elegant nose, it looked a leatherette jacket provided by a good Samaritan, but it did not cover those orange cheeks numb. Finally came two chiquititas red and brown hair who wore a loincloth dentistry of exceptional quality, and that spanking of that tongue of fire could not burn the uniform even when I leave a couple of blisters coquettish in their 'fesses. "
- Brig! - Was the most accurate comment that I outlined in my lips at the Creole incendiary performance.
The morbidity and printing had to Nita perplexed watching the scene, but could not stop watching the show.
amague the end extinguished the fire in tears of coffee and the nobility of the tenants who offered assistance, so we continued our journey towards Piojera ... hoping maybe start our own private fire, between old pipeñeros forgotten ports and boleros.
Greetings.
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