"[...] I'm lost, I have to go. I think someone in pajamas follow me. "
When I wrote those lines, while fleeing the old spy from the previous post, I really thought they would be the last of this blog . Two events changed my mind, pulling me from the den in which was hidden. To my surprise, the old man with a gift bag included dull had passed away. The news came to me in the form of brief e-mail -pardon PTI :
"I've been ASCE
PTIndido to analyst-killer. I will leave the unglamorous work of field to spend all day sending missions Excel.
you stay there ... "
The second thrust of the den, I owe to the challenge issued by some little guy datamartiano . One thing Guautrix not support and is being called a coward. Stinking coward to be exact - he told me so proud, cowardly stinking carajotadas is out to write. And know one thing, Guautrix can be scary sometimes and smell bad as many, many other muuch but Guautrix always says nonsense. CH
- canonized it! The email it sends Juan Ribas (although I would say that is with v), a boy of 23 years of Sevilla, who follows me since he came hair "there" and agree on the hair removal clinic unexpected. Send me some audio on a tape cassette TDK D60 - but modern - a story that cast in the play of a program in the morning on the SER: "If we go dawn."
The mechanics of the game - said John - is simple. The announcer read a short storyin which some details are emerging of a more complex story of mysterious stains. The listeners make detectives questioning the presenter - who knows the story in its entirety - to try to unravel the thread of truth. Only one condition: the questions detectives may have only three possible answers YES, NO and N / A. Listen to and imagine what kind of tapestry can be woven with such a plot.
"The History of mashed Lola"
is dawning ... pecause the morning is tired.
