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Definitely, people are very rare in this world. From the roof had a perspective far removed from the world, but my continuous bus rides, I have discovered a series of fascinating characters. One of them, which I will discuss in this post, is the anonymous traveler No. 93, which call today from "Gafacortada"

This is a woman who every morning takes the C2 with me and travels quiet, barely noticing that she is the one that has not been realized in the universe, who has cracked the left pane of your glasses. She, in the depths of his being, suspect something is wrong with your viewing angle left unclear, but it seems quand have not yet found the key. And this is normal, because to check for any damage to your glasses, take them out and then everything around you blurs as you do not see a damn (carajillo with dual WISKI) Rayota not see the glasses and still with them on.

But do not believe that she is coming down, it goes! She looks very complete and safe. Perhaps too safe ... maybe, just maybe, they are certain the rumors that run on it. And they say, that in the 20's, when she was in Chicago (U.S.), was devoted to alcohol smuggling (contraband of truth, is not shit to sell the lots for wimps sneaking bottles) with other gangsters first class. Our G

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The other day I was listening to the song by The Mamas & the Papas "California Dreaming" on the bus, and nothing made me suspect that the tragedy loomed over me. A boat abrupt C2 (tocado!), and one of the headphones rushed into my lap ... Suddenly, eric me that pig boar, was confused and my mind flew a question, pussy where the breasts are gone?

Why did not and the chorus? Have they been kidnapped? You really were mothers or was it just a marketing strategy? Is this the promised express Divorce Government: divorce retroactive to the space-time!?!? Where do I take this bus? Does anyone sthe existence of God: as already written, why would imagine otherwise? Think there's nothing more fucked up and disturbing, but not be more false. same thing happened to me

song "Billy Jean" Michael Jackson

. And look I know the lyrics (many good people, but a little silly) and I know it says (sorry for my pronunciation) ahem cough cough !!... "Shes Just A Girl Who Claims That I am the one,
But the kid is not my are"

... but the lie is so close, simple and warm (as much as the smell of fresh coffee on a cool summer morning) I can not stop listening:

"Shes just a girl Who Claims That I am th

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is true, I've seen things you people would not believe and that there would understand (post of procedure):

pianists I've seen ghosts Arcos beyond ... at 7:32 hours accompanied by a red clown traveler sociopath and a guitarist (or was it vice versa?) really is rumored that it was Willy, double the Cookie Monster. Monster twice, twice as big, but with a good pedal ... The truth is that we do not see it, but we hear his ghostly melody ... Can touching piano solos? if so ... would be a full-scale straw! (Musical straw, of course)

I seen a guy fat, Brazilian and a mustache above his eyebrows German winia surrounded by drunk ... he and I, of course. It was a clear morning with easterly winds gusting south as South Korean and even abort Parsley invade the island, mostly because the helicopter was in the shop, my lieutenant and I decided to leave the bridge (known as terrace) the dress uniform (better known as, thongs, panties and abdomen) to scan the horizon (better known as Bar Pepito). There we saw that I was the wife of Johnny himself and told us if we wanted some apples and pears. It is as close as my deputy and I have been in the carriage of Gay Pride Day (and who says otherwise , Queer envious).

I have seen thousands of flash ultraviolet (ult

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