The Star Wars Bar is a place of perdition. Drugs, sex, music for the deaf and foolish.
I'm trying to figure out what he wants to drink while the Antichrist Maginbù sing their Organ Core from the main stage. Maginbù is a tall, Fat and small hands and chubby. Same as Maginbù of Dragon Ball. I feel to him by the forelock in the middle of the head.
soon realize that takes a simple Gin Tonic I see the police enter the Church.
head of the training is a graduated armed, from the belt hung a rosary of handcuffs and a convenient over door divided the black of white-collar and cassock. The following three and two pretiziotti chiericheti with incense. Bless everything and everyone, as if they had a fear of contagion. The graduated
asks me dell'Acquasanta splashing on the face of the holder.
-Burn, burn! It makes me cry. But I do not think that is pretiziotti have a sense of humor.
-The Taliban is. Indicates where a parterre of my eleventh intortando holders is a little girl just above the threshold of legality. Puffing
incense and sprinkling holy water holy complete the training around the Star Wars universe.
Maginbù claim his Gin Tonic. I look at it, I make him a tuft at the crown and go out to enjoy the dispute between the clerical authorities and eleventh of my owners. There
-blessed holy crosses in all the rooms. In the bathrooms there are no fonts. And I counted the number of infidels above the threshold provided by law. Furthermore, only four employees carry the cross around her neck. Pit graduated to the Taliban.
Shit, I think returning behind the bench.
Shit, I think when they perceive as a Unimente Eternal everything that happens around three girls kissing and touching inside the cell Magneto, proud to be looked at by all the alpha males around them. Two other crush their bare breasts against the glass main licking it and moving sinuously in front of the chest area. Their companions have in mind who knows what when they are driven off badly by them. The
girls fist fight with their now former carers and the worst could happen if it were not that many more who want to enjoy the show. The two retire. On the floating platform
Tequila Queen is making a bonfire. I do not know whether to honor the patron or to remember its origins cattoispaniche.
It is then that perception becomes acute: it is not honoring neither one nor the other. Remember her sisters witches burnt death by police over the centuries the Church. The presence of pretiziotti must have awakened something in her. I see his earthly form in a trance before the fire, I see the fire come to life and reach the Taliban.
It 's a fire does not burn but turns you inside. And
out.
The eyes of the Taliban and burn in one second is the scale. She opened the huge jaws and eating. Pretiziotti I do not have time to act: the enormous tentacles, which now bears the Taliban, they are trapped and they are doing to the death of the octopus on the rocks. The two chiericheti are immobilized by terror. Queen and Tequila is the same that takes them and fixing them ends with a look of hatred that Medusa to stone as he did with his enemies.
The bottom of the harbor will be their grave.
The last thing you feel is a laugh.
Then I wake from a trance. On the ground floor there is a Taliban lost. On stage, the blood stains.
The Taliban enter a glance vitreous and wiping his mouth syllable to give it a digestive.
- I've eaten something heavy. Something indigestible. He says.
- Even if you do not know what ...
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