Good morning dear reader @ s @ s (look, leave your pod that I'm not going to be writing everything with @ no) ... I stand before you in the same spirit as always, that spirit of tireless worker desperate and anxious to take off the lotto and not to strike "neberindilai" ...
Today I am very happy with life and blame it irrefutably that today is Sunday ... the best day of the week for anyone who appreciates work the same way that appreciates the donkey cart, or a dog chain, or sperm to know how and condom ...?
outcrops on Sunday in me the sweetest joys and enjoyment of the most beloved nonsense of life ... so there are things that only on Sundays or other days are done, only have meaning and value on Sunday ...
The pleasure given by the Sunday begins with the eyes open without trouble in bed, looking out the window even from the bed, no matter what time are and at any moment (and here comes the pleasant) estericar legs and arms like a viralata after pulling a dream under a bed Daihatsu short, ie, give blood to the extremities to the point where they stick a frenzied shakes leaves one amemao ... by what the shakes? Know God and the Virgin ... but this is unique pleasure of Sundays!
Another taste that only comes in on Sundays is that you are having breakfast at lunch ... I call it the "Desayuerzo" ... this situation occurs when you continue to run sleeping through the morning where you wake up only to estericarte and for pipian ... then going to breakfast and the chance to wake up at 12 because the tapeworm pack stomach does not leave you in peace, your breakfast are covered with a chrome plate or a napkin and the dinner table timbi jumi cauldrons of rice, beans and meat ... such a scenario all splendor it remains to be done to one is to fill a jug of water with ice cubes, stir it to sound "Tacal Tacal Tacal" while you go with your meal from breakfast to take your commitment to the table ...
Then, after that, to me that nobody talks about domino, Vitillo banclebol, bike or slide ... because the stand of the table, all roads lead to the room to stay unconscious on his back with the remote control tv playing "Seesaws" by the effects of breathe into my belly ... food ensued at 7 come to know about me ... and that is an inherent need to dispose of the waste ... but that's another post ...
Finally, Sunday to myself has a flaw ... and it takes too little ... and that says "What good if brief, twice good" I ask you a million Dolal a good thing? If you? And it's doubly good to have a million Dolal for fifteen seconds nothing else? NOT YOUR PENDEJO Ombe!
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