Best Thing For Joints

Life Bar ep. 29 Between Dream and Reality


We are all concerned about tonight. Not so much because there is the annual Day emptive, but because it is the birthday of Queen Tequila.
Peterpenis did find him on the bench many years chupito those who does, because Peterpenis is a fucking heartless. Incitement to violence is the crime of which you are spotting.
Fortunately the first decade goes away in a toast with the whole staff and the average life of a bartender in the level of Tequila Queen is under thirty.
It remains little more than a fortnight. The rest is imagination suddenly starts emptive Day and I hope that the Queen did not have time to finish chupito started except with a very mild pace. The
Rubia and Margherita Hack in the Star Wars is full tonight come with five tickets at a time and I wish I had a shirt that says The Bartender Hates You. From
back at some point appears Campari Boat Duchess Clara Bosco, the entourage of Zoiberg, who came to celebrate the birthday of Queen Tequila.
He greets us all with his gentle manner and polite and asked me a Rum Cooler.
"In the meantime take a gingerbread, those in the bottle, the red ones." I said.
I start to pour into the glass with ice when I stop. "No drink, drink it, thanks."
Now I understand why they call Duchess Campari. The mast step
his gingerbread from ten degrees to the bottle in one gulp, then takes possession of Rum Cooler and disappears into the cirinquito.
few hours later I'll see her run completely drunk with a pair of pantyhose on his head, being chased by Queen of Tequila, in an erotic game that will leave all the boys of Star Wars Bar embarrassed. But that's another story. At the moment I have to
dealing with a crowd multiplied by five important to someone who is agitated because he waited a few more minutes.
The bartender with whom I share the misfortune I should not raise his eyes to avoid further pressure. I do not have time to assimilate the advice that a woman's voice says to me
"Look, I did not have the receipt, I can do the same to drink? I pay you. "
soon as I lift my eyes from the files that I'm pounding the Mojito ready to send the girl to fuck off when she anticipates.
"Free to send me to hell, of course."
a slight French accent, a delicate way of asking, a little grimace with his mouth. All things that I normally would made even more pissed off, in her turn into haunting and fascinating elements, so that hardly any say, "No, sorry, you have to go to the cashier."
"Ok, never mind." I answered the girl.
When you go to checkout from my lower belly comes the order to stop her and ask her what she wants.
No, come on, she says, but come on, I insist, I say, okay she says.
"Then three Mojito, a Caipiroska, a Rum Cooler and Iggy Pop."
I look thrilled. Fuck me how screwed I think. But there is still captivating and charming. And even when he pulls out a credit card to pay for a fuck and I emerge from the heart, are slowed by the second brain one with which we reason we males. What place is a bit 'lower.
Pass card to the cashier and I are with your fingers.
When I goes over the paper with the receipt I give back to the enchantress of the barman, who greets me with a nod to flirt. Winked at me and beckons me "after".
stupid smile and try to figure out later when, after everything. And what was so special to be avoided three of my "fuck you". More
I focus on him the more I realize that her memory is already fuzzy. Within seconds I have forgotten drunks suffocated by scientists.
The evening slips away five tickets at a time until the lights and turns off the music. The bouncers are starting to evacuate staff and we toast to the survival occurred with the first alcohol that we are in his hands.
And that's when we see the Queen and Duchess Tequila Campari Clara Bosco boat chase in the rain begins to rattle the windows and ceiling. They run
Sapphic and Duchess with stockings on his head has something poetic. The poem turns into malice when the Queen takes her from behind and the Duchess feels the breast. Become a little more embarrassing when starts to kiss the Duchess collar and closes his eyes ecstatic.
But the heart sinks when I see I've got the French out of nowhere and join the two in a long kiss, passionate and promiscuous. I'm a mess of hands and mouths, all wet from the rain that makes the show even more sensual.
They are there, in front of the big screen that is glazed from the barge to watch a soft-core with a beer in his hand in obvious embarrassment (embarrassment, and I mean when I say something as visible as the belly of pregnant women in English) when the enchantress, tilting her head looking at me smiling and winking. I leave in obvious confusion and I sit on the ground in the rain waiting for the three have finished. The French still looks at me and tells me, using the lip: "I had promised that we'd meet later ..."

"Listen, I did not make the ticket, I can do the same to drink? Pago to you. "
I freezes the blood. They are behind the counter that faces a tsunami of scientists drunk.
"You could at least answer me ..." He tells me a bit 'annoyed the girl.
Without looking up the time to ask my colleague.
"It 's twenty one o'clock."
do not know if I wanted to see if it was just a deja-vu or if I came back three hours.
in doubt, tell the girl that has to do the receipt to the cashier.
Without looking up, of course.
"Ok, never mind. Just knowing it. "I answered her.
charmer with a slight accent ...

(continued)

Best Thing For Joints

Life Bar ep. 29 Between Dream and Reality


We are all concerned about tonight. Not so much because there is the annual Day emptive, but because it is the birthday of Queen Tequila.
Peterpenis did find him on the bench many years chupito those who does, because Peterpenis is a fucking heartless. Incitement to violence is the crime of which you are spotting.
Fortunately the first decade goes away in a toast with the whole staff and the average life of a bartender in the level of Tequila Queen is under thirty.
It remains little more than a fortnight. The rest is imagination suddenly starts emptive Day and I hope that the Queen did not have time to finish chupito started except with a very mild pace. The
Rubia and Margherita Hack in the Star Wars is full tonight come with five tickets at a time and I wish I had a shirt that says The Bartender Hates You. From
back at some point appears Campari Boat Duchess Clara Bosco, the entourage of Zoiberg, who came to celebrate the birthday of Queen Tequila.
He greets us all with his gentle manner and polite and asked me a Rum Cooler.
"In the meantime take a gingerbread, those in the bottle, the red ones." I said.
I start to pour into the glass with ice when I stop. "No drink, drink it, thanks."
Now I understand why they call Duchess Campari. The mast step
his gingerbread from ten degrees to the bottle in one gulp, then takes possession of Rum Cooler and disappears into the cirinquito.
few hours later I'll see her run completely drunk with a pair of pantyhose on his head, being chased by Queen of Tequila, in an erotic game that will leave all the boys of Star Wars Bar embarrassed. But that's another story. At the moment I have to
dealing with a crowd multiplied by five important to someone who is agitated because he waited a few more minutes.
The bartender with whom I share the misfortune I should not raise his eyes to avoid further pressure. I do not have time to assimilate the advice that a woman's voice says to me
"Look, I did not have the receipt, I can do the same to drink? I pay you. "
soon as I lift my eyes from the files that I'm pounding the Mojito ready to send the girl to fuck off when she anticipates.
"Free to send me to hell, of course."
a slight French accent, a delicate way of asking, a little grimace with his mouth. All things that I normally would made even more pissed off, in her turn into haunting and fascinating elements, so that hardly any say, "No, sorry, you have to go to the cashier."
"Ok, never mind." I answered the girl.
When you go to checkout from my lower belly comes the order to stop her and ask her what she wants.
No, come on, she says, but come on, I insist, I say, okay she says.
"Then three Mojito, a Caipiroska, a Rum Cooler and Iggy Pop."
I look thrilled. Fuck me how screwed I think. But there is still captivating and charming. And even when he pulls out a credit card to pay for a fuck and I emerge from the heart, are slowed by the second brain one with which we reason we males. What place is a bit 'lower.
Pass card to the cashier and I are with your fingers.
When I goes over the paper with the receipt I give back to the enchantress of the barman, who greets me with a nod to flirt. Winked at me and beckons me "after".
stupid smile and try to figure out later when, after everything. And what was so special to be avoided three of my "fuck you". More
I focus on him the more I realize that her memory is already fuzzy. Within seconds I have forgotten drunks suffocated by scientists.
The evening slips away five tickets at a time until the lights and turns off the music. The bouncers are starting to evacuate staff and we toast to the survival occurred with the first alcohol that we are in his hands.
And that's when we see the Queen and Duchess Tequila Campari Clara Bosco boat chase in the rain begins to rattle the windows and ceiling. They run
Sapphic and Duchess with stockings on his head has something poetic. The poem turns into malice when the Queen takes her from behind and the Duchess feels the breast. Become a little more embarrassing when starts to kiss the Duchess collar and closes his eyes ecstatic.
But the heart sinks when I see I've got the French out of nowhere and join the two in a long kiss, passionate and promiscuous. I'm a mess of hands and mouths, all wet from the rain that makes the show even more sensual.
They are there, in front of the big screen that is glazed from the barge to watch a soft-core with a beer in his hand in obvious embarrassment (embarrassment, and I mean when I say something as visible as the belly of pregnant women in English) when the enchantress, tilting her head looking at me smiling and winking. I leave in obvious confusion and I sit on the ground in the rain waiting for the three have finished. The French still looks at me and tells me, using the lip: "I had promised that we'd meet later ..."

"Listen, I did not make the ticket, I can do the same to drink? Pago to you. "
I freezes the blood. They are behind the counter that faces a tsunami of scientists drunk.
"You could at least answer me ..." He tells me a bit 'annoyed the girl.
Without looking up the time to ask my colleague.
"It 's twenty one o'clock."
do not know if I wanted to see if it was just a deja-vu or if I came back three hours.
in doubt, tell the girl that has to do the receipt to the cashier.
Without looking up, of course.
"Ok, never mind. Just knowing it. "I answered her.
charmer with a slight accent ...

(continued)

Mount And Blade Scottish Mod

Life Bar ep. Claustrophobia 28 (Close to me)

's dark.
A terrible darkness. Not one
glimmer of light, a bright dot lost in the universe, nothing. Just a terrible darkness. I try to move
groping and I realize that the space around me is limited.
In any direction you try to move my arms I have only a few inches available.
I have a slight feeling of nausea, as if it were floating.
I try to remember where they are.
Too much confusion in my head.
Too quiet.
Accustomed to the decibels of the Star Wars Bar this deafening silence me.
It 's like if I had a blindfold, plugs of wax in the ears, legs tied and I got shot into space.
I try to remember if that's what happened.
No.
Seeking the latest recall, but only basic information.
My name, Star Wars, the casino Friday night.
Friday night. And 'something.
There is too dark, too quiet.
jolt. Something cold takes my breath away, something cold shoulder from sliding along the right arm. Check
a pain in the neck.
I'm almost pleased. It makes me feel alive. It relieves my anxiety.
The loud music, strobe lights. I'm out of the bar.
Some other piece in this coffin floating in space.
Where am I? Syllabus in my mind.
I'm recovering consciousness. Again that feeling cold, this time down the back.
I move my arms again.
fit the space.
am leaning with my back on something hard. The sides and in front of me other impediments.
I'm in a rectangular container.
I've never been in a coffin, but that by the whole feeling of it.
I believe to be buried alive.
I go into a panic. Waving his arms, kicked.
I feel that my coffin is changing direction. As if I was falling slowly from an infinite height. Now I'm leaning with his face on the cover. Then I find myself upside down.
Finally, slowly, it stops in a horizontal position.
I hear muffled vibrations. The
neck hurts.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work.
The vibrations that feel familiar but I can not place them.
Then a crunching right I tear the eardrum.
Instinctively I try to bring the hand to his ear but the arm bumps into the coffin.
But how did I get in a coffin?
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing the report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend.
Suddenly I recognize that the vibrations are so familiar: it is "Hey Boy, Hey Girl" by the Chemical Bros. A song that always puts Dr. Zeta.
I assume to be close to Star Wars.
Again something cold, this time on the face. Still
the crunch.
crunches, all muffled, dark, music as vibration, as when you're immersed in a tub.
I understand where they are.
I do not know yet what it contains but I understand where they are.
do not know how did I get but I understand where they are.
Shit, shit, shit. I have to get out of here. Back in panic. The crunch on my right, maybe I can exploit that.
begin to hit his elbow on the right wall. Also hit his head.
head. It hurts.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing the report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend. Then go down to ground zero to take two bottles of vodka in stock. Meeting Maga that insults me.
"I heard you, asshole."
Background bulkhead side, finally. I get hit by a cold wave. The box opens like a box of sardines and sea because of the pressure I do not push up without a look at my coffin.
I seem to never arrive. To never reach the surface.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend. Then go down to ground zero to take two bottles of vodka in stock. Meeting Maga appears before me.
"I heard you talk to Vinnie, asshole."
"If you work it merits a report to the lieutenant that I have not done." I say, paraphrasing the words of Vinnie.
The excess, leaving her behind me.
I feel a pain in the neck. Then the dark.
I finally re-emerges and oxygen.
I must have hit in the head and then put in an old wooden furniture to the dishes we had in stock that somehow managed to throw into the sea.
"Out of Control", always Chemical Bros. is finishing up when I cling to the ladder to rescue the barge. Going Vinni feel asking someone where I am.
I would say they are breathtaking.
And then it is not asking me.
"In the bottom of the sea." Responds Maga.
"So I like you!" Replica Vinni.
When I can make the outer edge of the barge I see the hand of Vinni that slips under the skirt of Maga.
"So I like you." Repeats the first to kiss her.
remain drain to watch them, are just behind them.
Then climb over the railing to safety and the two finally become aware of me.
look at me in disbelief.
"I'm going to report you." I tell Maga, quietly.
Then do a wet slap on the cheek Vinni, adding, "but I do it to his wife."
And I walk away as the monster of the lagoon, all wet and with some seaweed hanging from my shoulders.

Mount And Blade Scottish Mod

Life Bar ep. Claustrophobia 28 (Close to me)

's dark.
A terrible darkness. Not one
glimmer of light, a bright dot lost in the universe, nothing. Just a terrible darkness. I try to move
groping and I realize that the space around me is limited.
In any direction you try to move my arms I have only a few inches available.
I have a slight feeling of nausea, as if it were floating.
I try to remember where they are.
Too much confusion in my head.
Too quiet.
Accustomed to the decibels of the Star Wars Bar this deafening silence me.
It 's like if I had a blindfold, plugs of wax in the ears, legs tied and I got shot into space.
I try to remember if that's what happened.
No.
Seeking the latest recall, but only basic information.
My name, Star Wars, the casino Friday night.
Friday night. And 'something.
There is too dark, too quiet.
jolt. Something cold takes my breath away, something cold shoulder from sliding along the right arm. Check
a pain in the neck.
I'm almost pleased. It makes me feel alive. It relieves my anxiety.
The loud music, strobe lights. I'm out of the bar.
Some other piece in this coffin floating in space.
Where am I? Syllabus in my mind.
I'm recovering consciousness. Again that feeling cold, this time down the back.
I move my arms again.
fit the space.
am leaning with my back on something hard. The sides and in front of me other impediments.
I'm in a rectangular container.
I've never been in a coffin, but that by the whole feeling of it.
I believe to be buried alive.
I go into a panic. Waving his arms, kicked.
I feel that my coffin is changing direction. As if I was falling slowly from an infinite height. Now I'm leaning with his face on the cover. Then I find myself upside down.
Finally, slowly, it stops in a horizontal position.
I hear muffled vibrations. The
neck hurts.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work.
The vibrations that feel familiar but I can not place them.
Then a crunching right I tear the eardrum.
Instinctively I try to bring the hand to his ear but the arm bumps into the coffin.
But how did I get in a coffin?
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing the report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend.
Suddenly I recognize that the vibrations are so familiar: it is "Hey Boy, Hey Girl" by the Chemical Bros. A song that always puts Dr. Zeta.
I assume to be close to Star Wars.
Again something cold, this time on the face. Still
the crunch.
crunches, all muffled, dark, music as vibration, as when you're immersed in a tub.
I understand where they are.
I do not know yet what it contains but I understand where they are.
do not know how did I get but I understand where they are.
Shit, shit, shit. I have to get out of here. Back in panic. The crunch on my right, maybe I can exploit that.
begin to hit his elbow on the right wall. Also hit his head.
head. It hurts.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing the report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend. Then go down to ground zero to take two bottles of vodka in stock. Meeting Maga that insults me.
"I heard you, asshole."
Background bulkhead side, finally. I get hit by a cold wave. The box opens like a box of sardines and sea because of the pressure I do not push up without a look at my coffin.
I seem to never arrive. To never reach the surface.
The loud music, strobe lights, outside the bar that I speak with Vinnie. I complain of Maga, his unprofessional approach to work. Vinni asks me if I'm doing report. I asked him if we are military and bartenders. I'm not making the report, I complained to a friend. Then go down to ground zero to take two bottles of vodka in stock. Meeting Maga appears before me.
"I heard you talk to Vinnie, asshole."
"If you work it merits a report to the lieutenant that I have not done." I say, paraphrasing the words of Vinnie.
The excess, leaving her behind me.
I feel a pain in the neck. Then the dark.
I finally re-emerges and oxygen.
I must have hit in the head and then put in an old wooden furniture to the dishes we had in stock that somehow managed to throw into the sea.
"Out of Control", always Chemical Bros. is finishing up when I cling to the ladder to rescue the barge. Going Vinni feel asking someone where I am.
I would say they are breathtaking.
And then it is not asking me.
"In the bottom of the sea." Responds Maga.
"So I like you!" Replica Vinni.
When I can make the outer edge of the barge I see the hand of Vinni that slips under the skirt of Maga.
"So I like you." Repeats the first to kiss her.
remain drain to watch them, are just behind them.
Then climb over the railing to safety and the two finally become aware of me.
look at me in disbelief.
"I'm going to report you." I tell Maga, quietly.
Then do a wet slap on the cheek Vinni, adding, "but I do it to his wife."
And I walk away as the monster of the lagoon, all wet and with some seaweed hanging from my shoulders.

Scabies Treatmentfurn

Life Bar ep. 27 snails and other hypnotic drugs


They dance to the dance floor wild.
Dr. Zeta offers the usual selection, can not be on his own: apparently now runs drug dynamics. And obviously someone
pusher wrong: the man at the counter that I snail seems to come from a different world from that of rowdy dancers. Remember a sloth trying to capture Neo, the hero of the Matrix.
- Srait. He says without closing the jaw, staring into nothingness and hypersalivation. Synthetic
the guy, I think.
I do not have time to take the can of Sprite from the fridge that tells me: - Srait!
Synthetic, slow and hasty.
loses excess saliva, which the chin line and form drop ready to fall on the slate.
glass, straw, tin. I hurry up and make them available, competing with its drop of saliva ever fuller.
Vinco.
- IACC.
The drop becomes a little more long, now hangs from his chin, slimy.
I put a scoop of ice in the glass, also clogs the thread of saliva becomes thick and white. Seem to see the bad copy of a drawing by Hans Ruedi Giger.
remains there, like he was sucking the drink along with the saliva.
Watch the glass, the can and me. Then repeat the
around with his eyes.
Duke asks me what the problem was when we hear the screams coming from the dance floor.
is not the usual fight: they are two girls. Giubeca is forbidden, Ferrotre waiting for orders. The only Predator is ready to act: in a totally democratic as the two girls would be the dancer of taekwondo and the last madman who sought confrontation at the entrance. In this form the shape of the other gender.
Deus ex machina comes the Taliban that calls on them to continue to hair pulling in the parterre, freeing up the trail for those who want to dance.
- And then we also the pool of mud, you could open it. Adds endecamorfo my head.
After the moment of stillness that pervades the Star Wars Bar, as the calm before the storm, all hell breaks loose. The Taliban was thrown to the side of the bench. The two girls start beating each other like two angry laborers, no holds barred. They end up against the console of Dr. Z, totally alien to everything, until that moment. The audience is expanding to make room for two women.
The bouncers are watching.
Giubeca firm Predator more like a dog on a leash.
The music stops, the lights get up and climb up on the bench to make the most of the show.
As in the best action movie of the two exchange flying kicks and do somersaults in the sky stuff is incredible. With a turnaround
double the brunette, the other is blonde, is standing on the bench next to me. The blonde uses a grip on the ceiling to get to her with a double flying kick. The brunette knows her business and take advantage of the momentum of the litigant to hurl it in the parterre shattering the glass.
The Taliban gets up dazed but unharmed.
The two girls are finally in the mud.
Where is slowly approaching the man slug.
When finally reached, in the pool of mud, resting their hands on his shoulders.
- Noon lihihate her myself, I can ahhontentare both hroblemi sensation. She says. Incredibly, the two
stop fighting.
They walk away with the man slug, with the same pitch and the same look.
get down from the bench.
The Taliban asked me to lower the light and screams at Zeta Dr to resume with the selection of mp3 files. While Duke
broom away a few shards of broken glass from the Taliban in its disastrous fall guy behind the counter catches my eye with prudent behavior.
It 's the pusher wrong: show me the snails and asks me if I want one.
- are hypnotic. We make it a bit 'slow but if someone touches you've got it in your power for several hours. One dealer
snails hypnotic! I thought I had seen it all but apparently I was wrong.
- How many do you have? I ask him.
- Ten. I answered the pusher anticipating a sale.
- So you take an investment: eat one and sell the other nine to those around you. I suggest kidding.
Twenty minutes later I have an army of zombies srait asking me to drink but to dance the progressive Dr Zeta. Among
a zombie I recognize the first pusher who smiles at me stupid.
- I seghuito your advice. Can you tell me.
Then I ordered a sprite.
The fridge is now empty but the snails do not want to listen to reason and a voice call Sra-it! Sra-it! Sra-it!
When I see them slowly climb over the counter decided to leave the field and enjoy the vision of the magazine Night of the Living Dead parterre, with a beer in hand and a few meters from the security impromptu zombie.
Waiting for the hypnotic effect of the snails away.

Scabies Treatmentfurn

Life Bar ep. 27 snails and other hypnotic drugs


They dance to the dance floor wild.
Dr. Zeta offers the usual selection, can not be on his own: apparently now runs drug dynamics. And obviously someone
pusher wrong: the man at the counter that I snail seems to come from a different world from that of rowdy dancers. Remember a sloth trying to capture Neo, the hero of the Matrix.
- Srait. He says without closing the jaw, staring into nothingness and hypersalivation. Synthetic
the guy, I think.
I do not have time to take the can of Sprite from the fridge that tells me: - Srait!
Synthetic, slow and hasty.
loses excess saliva, which the chin line and form drop ready to fall on the slate.
glass, straw, tin. I hurry up and make them available, competing with its drop of saliva ever fuller.
Vinco.
- IACC.
The drop becomes a little more long, now hangs from his chin, slimy.
I put a scoop of ice in the glass, also clogs the thread of saliva becomes thick and white. Seem to see the bad copy of a drawing by Hans Ruedi Giger.
remains there, like he was sucking the drink along with the saliva.
Watch the glass, the can and me. Then repeat the
around with his eyes.
Duke asks me what the problem was when we hear the screams coming from the dance floor.
is not the usual fight: they are two girls. Giubeca is forbidden, Ferrotre waiting for orders. The only Predator is ready to act: in a totally democratic as the two girls would be the dancer of taekwondo and the last madman who sought confrontation at the entrance. In this form the shape of the other gender.
Deus ex machina comes the Taliban that calls on them to continue to hair pulling in the parterre, freeing up the trail for those who want to dance.
- And then we also the pool of mud, you could open it. Adds endecamorfo my head.
After the moment of stillness that pervades the Star Wars Bar, as the calm before the storm, all hell breaks loose. The Taliban was thrown to the side of the bench. The two girls start beating each other like two angry laborers, no holds barred. They end up against the console of Dr. Z, totally alien to everything, until that moment. The audience is expanding to make room for two women.
The bouncers are watching.
Giubeca firm Predator more like a dog on a leash.
The music stops, the lights get up and climb up on the bench to make the most of the show.
As in the best action movie of the two exchange flying kicks and do somersaults in the sky stuff is incredible. With a turnaround
double the brunette, the other is blonde, is standing on the bench next to me. The blonde uses a grip on the ceiling to get to her with a double flying kick. The brunette knows her business and take advantage of the momentum of the litigant to hurl it in the parterre shattering the glass.
The Taliban gets up dazed but unharmed.
The two girls are finally in the mud.
Where is slowly approaching the man slug.
When finally reached, in the pool of mud, resting their hands on his shoulders.
- Noon lihihate her myself, I can ahhontentare both hroblemi sensation. She says. Incredibly, the two
stop fighting.
They walk away with the man slug, with the same pitch and the same look.
get down from the bench.
The Taliban asked me to lower the light and screams at Zeta Dr to resume with the selection of mp3 files. While Duke
broom away a few shards of broken glass from the Taliban in its disastrous fall guy behind the counter catches my eye with prudent behavior.
It 's the pusher wrong: show me the snails and asks me if I want one.
- are hypnotic. We make it a bit 'slow but if someone touches you've got it in your power for several hours. One dealer
snails hypnotic! I thought I had seen it all but apparently I was wrong.
- How many do you have? I ask him.
- Ten. I answered the pusher anticipating a sale.
- So you take an investment: eat one and sell the other nine to those around you. I suggest kidding.
Twenty minutes later I have an army of zombies srait asking me to drink but to dance the progressive Dr Zeta. Among
a zombie I recognize the first pusher who smiles at me stupid.
- I seghuito your advice. Can you tell me.
Then I ordered a sprite.
The fridge is now empty but the snails do not want to listen to reason and a voice call Sra-it! Sra-it! Sra-it!
When I see them slowly climb over the counter decided to leave the field and enjoy the vision of the magazine Night of the Living Dead parterre, with a beer in hand and a few meters from the security impromptu zombie.
Waiting for the hypnotic effect of the snails away.