so.
I've never been a particularly violent, not for lack of desire, but simply because .. where I've never been cause I was born abutting the brawl for the roe. But what I can do if in my way gets a Badulaque derrepente you want to let off steam with me or take me for asshole? Even sometimes those badulaquillos are least expected. Anyway, you never know where you will be that pincharrón redden the valve, and what is worse, it is unpredictable how they will react. Do not mess with me just because I can get you out my gun.
The Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man (the tour's 73, playing with more fury than ever)
** I urge you to put the song to read the text, you'll see I'm not lying.
The Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man (the tour's 73, playing with more fury than ever)
** I urge you to put the song to read the text, you'll see I'm not lying.
all began on Thursday in Victoria. Alliance played against U of Chile in the Copa Libertadores. I went because I love blue and white team and did not want to lose such an important fight for nothing, we all dreamed it would be victorious. 'Cha I spent my time (even knowing that this was a difficult week, busy) and the money my father gave me to buy a nice polo Pitito look good on game day, also bought the inputs (I speak in plural because I was with my cousin Rodrigo and his, Bruno). As I said, it was a difficult week this my senior year in college shit is squeezing us so watch lunacy of research for the thesis, with thousand cuchucientas readings for various theoretical courses (go to the 3 that I have are horrible) and still .. Take time to devote to my project studio. A joke. Just went to Matute to give everything for the team of my life. Llenecito stadium located in South-just after some initial problems with the broken law, and giving the fans made up of the club. A disaster, the goal was slow to get 80-odd minutes, and when he did .... was on our porch. A disaster! I felt frustrated, angry response by Zorrito, Zlatan and company to be all it gave them. A disaster because I feel that whenever we have the opportunity to rejuvenate the "increasingly sepia-glory of our football history, ended up making us fear the battery. Neither do ... hasty exit from the stadium to both faite Command disrespectful to god-knows how many grams of coke in the bad-uzurpaba our departure. Regrettable, disappointing .... wanted not to wake up on Friday.
But I did.
was the traditional day of the baptism of Arts but I had to pick up my father, who came from Puerto Maldonado in the Jorge Chavez. The arrival time was supposed to 13 and 10. That said in the e-book flights, but never happen. An hour passed and nothing slowly. Neither I nor my sister told us anything but it was clear that haunted some uncertainty (fear) in the air. Even my old lady began to call to the cellular Maji half nervous. I felt I needed to do more than touch my shit grains had begun to leave me in the face for shaving me months later. I went to consult a manager of LAN Peru. Mind you, I'm fine (if not overly) polite when asking for something, and I am confident that this time was no exception. I asked the subject the reason for the delay, referring of course to the schedule showing the electronic tablerito that. He said no case did where he said 13 and 10 (again, allegedly said there "arrival time") and that fixed me now in another box called "estimated time." Okay, very useful information but I was wondering what was the reason then these two electronic boxes with two different times. Thus it was that I asked my question.
There was then a pause in their actions as if he felt uncomfortable with the "long" which was becoming my office. Maybe the guy this would have had enough of that just-right-with him were removing some minutes more of your valuable time, what do I know ..... But the truth is that I grimaced, stupid pout discomfort, annoyance and soterración by my question, and had no better idea than me "Sir, I explained how things work, is that they may not understand me?" Guardian of natural
nerves he felt for the mysterious delay of the aircraft of my father, and, why deny it, the whole row over the Alliance defeat the previous day, I went to the charge against this unhappy LAN Peru, I felt I was taking for asshole. "Damn, I want you to tell me what two hours then !!!!!!".
Fortunately, for the good of all, my dad would appear on the top platform few minutes later.
Baptism was the most bland, not even me drunk, but the day did not end as quiet-pity, insulted cowardly dwarf in the midst of her usual partying idiocy-boiling and my love. I could not help but react in defense of my girl. The worst thing was that occasionally unreliable had been covered in a small group where, unwittingly, was also my friend Muriel, which he felt affected by my verbal retaliation.
And to close with a flourish, just yesterday Muriel celebrated her birthday at a sexy party. To which, I was asked balladeer also invited. We people of the Faculty (few) and other kids-medium Arties, which are good friends of Muriel. There was never integration between both sides-perhaps because having had no right? - But an incident occurred that made me a little more disgusted with the account and ask me what the fuck have I done to deserve such unfortunate event this week. Murielita, Sergio, Daniel and speaking to them - better known as The Club shot-we got to play "Brand New Cadillac" with the greatest coolness to the general delight of the audience starting Puputi called Pari. In a setting that was a side of the stage, and for some reason had been minutes before the microphone announcing the pathetic urgency of sexual need, Cobain gave them and ran my battery against kicking the bass drum and pushing the microphone. Many
shit. MUUUUUUUUUUCHA SHIT FOR ME NOW! I grabbed the mic stand and threw it in the back of chuchasumadre, I stood on the battery and only managed to go with mine. Too bad I could not hit it. Too bad we could not continue playing. I'm so peaceful and then I was dumb not to look to stick a punch.
But I did.
was the traditional day of the baptism of Arts but I had to pick up my father, who came from Puerto Maldonado in the Jorge Chavez. The arrival time was supposed to 13 and 10. That said in the e-book flights, but never happen. An hour passed and nothing slowly. Neither I nor my sister told us anything but it was clear that haunted some uncertainty (fear) in the air. Even my old lady began to call to the cellular Maji half nervous. I felt I needed to do more than touch my shit grains had begun to leave me in the face for shaving me months later. I went to consult a manager of LAN Peru. Mind you, I'm fine (if not overly) polite when asking for something, and I am confident that this time was no exception. I asked the subject the reason for the delay, referring of course to the schedule showing the electronic tablerito that. He said no case did where he said 13 and 10 (again, allegedly said there "arrival time") and that fixed me now in another box called "estimated time." Okay, very useful information but I was wondering what was the reason then these two electronic boxes with two different times. Thus it was that I asked my question.
There was then a pause in their actions as if he felt uncomfortable with the "long" which was becoming my office. Maybe the guy this would have had enough of that just-right-with him were removing some minutes more of your valuable time, what do I know ..... But the truth is that I grimaced, stupid pout discomfort, annoyance and soterración by my question, and had no better idea than me "Sir, I explained how things work, is that they may not understand me?" Guardian of natural
nerves he felt for the mysterious delay of the aircraft of my father, and, why deny it, the whole row over the Alliance defeat the previous day, I went to the charge against this unhappy LAN Peru, I felt I was taking for asshole. "Damn, I want you to tell me what two hours then !!!!!!".
Fortunately, for the good of all, my dad would appear on the top platform few minutes later.
Baptism was the most bland, not even me drunk, but the day did not end as quiet-pity, insulted cowardly dwarf in the midst of her usual partying idiocy-boiling and my love. I could not help but react in defense of my girl. The worst thing was that occasionally unreliable had been covered in a small group where, unwittingly, was also my friend Muriel, which he felt affected by my verbal retaliation.
And to close with a flourish, just yesterday Muriel celebrated her birthday at a sexy party. To which, I was asked balladeer also invited. We people of the Faculty (few) and other kids-medium Arties, which are good friends of Muriel. There was never integration between both sides-perhaps because having had no right? - But an incident occurred that made me a little more disgusted with the account and ask me what the fuck have I done to deserve such unfortunate event this week. Murielita, Sergio, Daniel and speaking to them - better known as The Club shot-we got to play "Brand New Cadillac" with the greatest coolness to the general delight of the audience starting Puputi called Pari. In a setting that was a side of the stage, and for some reason had been minutes before the microphone announcing the pathetic urgency of sexual need, Cobain gave them and ran my battery against kicking the bass drum and pushing the microphone. Many
shit. MUUUUUUUUUUCHA SHIT FOR ME NOW! I grabbed the mic stand and threw it in the back of chuchasumadre, I stood on the battery and only managed to go with mine. Too bad I could not hit it. Too bad we could not continue playing. I'm so peaceful and then I was dumb not to look to stick a punch.
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