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Corbay Pipi (Provisional Title)

- Excuse me monsieur.

- Yes?

- This place is governed by rules monsieur. I'm afraid you can not get in here without a tie.

- If good. I is that I am a guinea pig, is not know?

- Je suis desolee without a tie can not enter.

- Well I'm going to shit on the labels Frogs, baguettes and the Eiffel Tower I can not go without a tie and I'm a fucking rodent!

The clerk shrugged his shoulders while his ridiculous mustache, turned almost imperceptibly behind his lectern and trash anything in the big blue book with effeminate gesture.

- And the guy goes around! Deja-abruptly pulled away from his wife, who took him by the leg to calm him. It will figure out who I am. Of course! Garçonucho! Sucks for freedom, a turd for egalite, and a landmark for fraternite. I can not put tie! There's my size! That I am a guinea pig! Co-ba-ya! Co-...

- Honey ...

- ... ba-ya! Que!

- Let's go somewhere else and forget the matter, is not the first time we passed and I'm tired.

- Well, we can not go anywhere else! It can not change to another site because the cocoon of my boss has come up with the brilliant idea to invite us to dinner tonight. To me, you and the kids, "I point distracted and sixty-four pairs of eyes followed the movement of his hand. And it happened because I kill to work thirteen hours a day to maintain an offspring that does nothing but grow and desgastarte cocoon tits and my boss has thought it would be a good way to reconocermelo, bringing me to this posh restaurant and publicly humiliated by the mere fact of not being able to wear a fucking tie.

- Are you going to do something, or you'll be raving all night?

- What if I do something?! I raise my hand-violent and just then the waiter lit a lamp on the lectern. One moment ... I know a guy ... Fast-and went through the door of the restaurant without finishing even speak.

And this is the story of how I lost my tie, elegant type. What am I finico neck.

Vaal. I threatened.

Military Ball Hairdress

The secret is in the Mass

Age

drawer.

If anything characterizes the tools, is that the end always end up losing. It's like a universal law ineffable, also indicating that the beauty and usefulness of the tool is inversely proportional to the time that will last in your possession. That would help to understand the screwdriver-too-big-for-all that you stole in technology classes continue at the bottom of the toolbox, or that bright wrench you bought expressly to fix the leak in the bathroom not last even for re-tightening that damn elbow.

it was inevitable that such a cool hammer with handle carved wood, wrought by Yunkedecraneo and Children with the more resistant metal fictional universe, and imbued with the power of the God of gods end up falling into oblivion.

then look what happened next:

The god of thunder gave a good account of his last spoonful of beans and set aside the bowl satisfied, belching as only a god can control the elements knows how. Then, the phone began to vibrate on the table and a music happily accompany ridiculous.

- I've said a hundred times not to have this pileup connected to the table! Can not we be able to eat like a normal family for the love of God?

- Honey, I've explained that I have to ... Ejrem! Yeah, tell me ...? Male ciborium, how long! What is your life? ... Sisi, I equally could not help but look askance at the relative-... Yes, of course, if ... Well, those things ... Ass, of course ... No, yeah, you could, why when I say ...?

- I have become a liar, would talk to their children, but in this way unmistakable and slightly leaving abusive perfectly clear what was the real party. If it always happens the same blessed virgin when you least expect my children ...

- perfect ... then ... Yes, I also feel like I have ... Okay, I ll be there. Loki-click a hug. This, hey cari ...

- Que!

The argument lasts for hours. A child crying, a glass of water fell on the plastic tablecloth, and the neighbors used his broom vigorously. As with all things said discussions should not have said, some lies surfaced and the animosity fire several words. Forgot the initial idea and discussion Ghosts of past fights requested something to drink and provided anecdotes loudly. It was a fight of good, which unleashed a storm of good.

And then, subsided.

next day things were calmer. Very calm. With that calm traitor lurking waiting to give you a fright as you exit the hallway of the innocent trust. Mister thunder already had placed its ridiculous cape and helmet, but could not find ...

- ...

- Did you say something? -Hear the thoughts.

- Honey ... Have you seen my hammer somewhere?

- on your site!

- Nono, I've looked and not in the umbrella stand, how can it be ...? -And scratch my head, just behind the ear. It's the best thing to do when there is something.

As omniscient I think I should not ask his wife, who appears to do to fuck. A laugh green (gray in the beginning) has the answer.