On Saturday we went to the March. Bah, I wanted to leave home, but for me ... It was
since returning from last year's march that Fluor had been anticipating that it would arrive early, otherwise you lose everything. Nobody understands what they are afraid of getting lost, but well ... it looks like to test the balance of our psyche. They
Cat's birthday, so I came heated balance, because lunch painted over and desktops. Fluor looked at the time as the offender 14. Frutis kicking under the table, throwing a few glances that would have shaken up to Petiso Orejudo: "Be gentle, pleasant demonstrative as we go, fuck!" , especially between front teeth, almost without opening the mug.
Finally we left. Fluor almost getting naked in the car to go Frutis saving time and asking if he had taken a Bilete, "because I think we overdo it, love . Neither would have been prescient commentary on the cake, because we fail to cross the threshold that I almost vomited Fluor habit, like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Vomiting 20 minutes was all that the poor entertained much work it took to copy a Narda Lepes in Greece. Entertain, Frutis, ready and radiant as Araceli Gonzalez at the gala Fundaleu, threw the pass: "At least this year they will not say that we were late because of me ...." A total timely loving. Fluor
recovered and we headed to the Plaza. It is said that because he was more gaunt than Kate Winslet in The Reader. Emaciated and snipe the boluda.
The march was horrible. Many people, too, more than 100,000. Many Tarts with hemorrhoids, lots and lots of cake transvestite filthy degenerate. I took advantage and went to drink some mate with some friends who were acovachados seminarians in the Cathedral. From there we look at the show aberrant and pray for the salvation of all those proud souls.
Inattentive, Sr. Nogolí.
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