There is nothing that most infuriates me that someone is put forward and I ask: - Are you there?, Or see me eat and ask: Are you eating?, or I see you read and ask: Are you reading?. Ugh. No, if you like me, the book and the stew are holograms and you are to lock you in the Cadell. Like to respond well, really. And you do not, because rabies when "socializing" with the rest of humanity is frowned upon and it depends on who is ahead of you (be it mother, grandmother, aunt or other family), you can win a campion "Express" itching for the rest of the afternoon. Except
certain chapters of my childhood, I can not comment on pay fifty euros worth of my sister, aggression was never my thing. I'm more of a dialogue. As the dwarf Gila war joke, which got into a 600 and sent the enemy front to insult: "Do not kill, but demoralizing."
The problem is that words, when the media gets a bum cider again become cloudy and on the other hand, there are gatekeepers of nightclubs in Madrid that in your life heard of the Widow of Angelone and not feel like they have.
a case of cider homeland arrival was the cause of my only argument with a "security officer" in the capital of Regina. After ten minutes telling the benefits of the local drink, in a matter of seconds Maromo took me a hand, I raised two feet ground, pulled me aside and cut my vacilón root. During this time, he wanted to insult me \u200b\u200bsaying I was "a palette of people." You see.! I do not dislike it, really. In addition to being true, I take a lot of credit. Of course, when then looked at me and asked me "Are you there?" I could not resist: "No, if you think I'm a hologram and blah, blah, blah ...". Never gave much of it two legs.
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