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Lett.

is time for exams, and I can not get up when the alarm rings, or to drink / eat and breathe through their noses while seated in the depths of my (whatever you want here) (is like one of these exercises complete with the word that you see fit), and it hurts my lip, and I live by the weeks end I know that weekend.

I'm going to eat lettuce.

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A fly, rabbit. The right price

I have a friend who hate and love at a time.
No, not impossible.
It's just that sometimes kill the headers and other apechugaria en un abrazo hasta hacer que explotase. El lo sabe porque no paro de repetírselo.

Su nombre es Kichi .
Kichi "el co-ne-joooo vo-la-doooor" (lease con voz de testimonio de la hora chanante)

Se da la coincidencia de que también es bloguero, y muy bueno además.
Y sabéis como empezó todo...?

....

No, no lo sabéis porque susodicha (me permito tratarle de "ella", igual que él a mi de "él", cosas de grupo) no contó nada, y en su primer post ponía que Peter Pan se la ponía pinocha, unicamente.


Todo empezó una noche allá por abril...
Kichi (That makes me weird suuuuuuuuper call it that) was to sleep in my house, and after dinner potato patatin, we went to bed. And Zaca Zaca Zaca.

No, we went to bed and we were talking. And the conversation went web, blogs, etc. I asked quote:
- Kichi, I wanted to ask us to do a blog together, it can be a fucking. And having our things, which are movie guy.

response of the rabbit flying:
- nussss Ai ... nooo ... and everyone knows about my life? buff, step by step ... nus no, no.


Hence one week we were talking on the phone, rabbit was doing the blog help of my instructions, because my computer was broken. I explained the basics and told him to tell me the password depues so I put the counters and stuff.
But what happened? I tell my misgivings:

- To create your own profile and make our blog to YOUR name.
- Not OUR collaborate on something.
- not work because the page is YOURS.
- Do not remove my name from "contributors" to feel better.
- that threatens me with: I'm going to wipe eh? I will delete, erase you eh, I'll do it.
- Propose new blog now between the two, and I say that because no one he already has enough.

P *** -----------------------------------> (whore)

What was to become in the fruit of our love look what has ended, small. From here you give permission for me to delete a taxpayer, I've already accepted and I can sleep at night.

Without bitterness or desire to kill (to win over the usual, say)

:)

A fly, rabbit. Muarl !

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I arrive about 23:00, and the 4 children are already in bed. (Seee!) So we stayed Mother (mother), two friends and I smoke in the living room and talked until 00:30, while they were putting the final touches on their costumes Pocahontas. A show, a show. Mother was already a bit tipsy, and the friend who was like an errand-boy goat, and considering that they are young ... (Will have thirty and few)

finished making the costumes of India, makeup "so that no grains were noticed, and go. But before I get an envelope and says,

- "Well here's your money, plus give you a carnival Saturday because I thought that it would not find anyone to cuidármelos ... Thank Nus" I hope to

that is going to open the envelope, y. .. a reflection me face lights up green. And I see a hundred-euro. We are crazy? one hundred! I felt a bitch and everything, as if those hundred dollars would have given me the winking at me and telling me "thanks for what the last time, you know ... grrrr ..."

but little could savor the moment, because Coke (child of 6) and was up and peering through the door. Coca
is old in the middle of the brothers, very skinny, blond guy, with big eyes ... beautiful, and with a vitality that not only out of his personality, if not the Cokes.

- Coca, you do there? come to bed.
- see a little television, right?
- No Coke, go to bed, come on.
- I have no dream
- want to read you a story?
- yes yes yes yes yes yes
- I'll read a story and you fall asleep, okay?
- yes yes yes yes yes yes

When we were on the fourth story I told him I was fine, malditomanipulador, I mess up and let me roll (ais, me about all) (; D ) . So I lie down and go back to the classroom.

Tiqui tiqui tiqui you ...

- Coca, are you doing here?
- see a little television? see TV? we see it?
- Go see here.

covered him and snuggles with me, perfect for my tactics and lay asleep. We get to see a series of Yetix, and when it ends I'll take it to bed by the plane. A kiss, turn out the light and return to the classroom. It was

2:20 am, and quarter hour Coca again.

AAAAAAAAAAAAHDjaIjaIfeHhwkwfkAfwqwFOHRrOGgr.

From the door of the room I hear:
- want some Coke, right? Coke? want? want? want? cocacoooolaaa want? ... More

listened further, because he was talking as he was leaving to direct the kitchen for the Coke, a step too light for a meter ten. No light, the coke was fostiao. Quickly
I set up a scheme in the head and saw the squirrel from the movie "The incredible but true story of Little Red Riding Hood" drinking coffee, and next saw taking Coca cola.


...

cooooorrrrrriendo
I got the sofa and grabbed the Pressing Catch. Mother! Much adrenaline. Coca

Descojonado not stop me, which made me work harder, because I also went with him. (Ainss, is that it's adorable)

- porfa want a cookie, give me a cookie? porfa porfa porfa
- I give you a cookie, but I stay with you until you finish it. And now, when the cookie you tell me you do not want it, I will give equal and I'm going to put in the mouth and going to eat you whole.

"jajajaaaaaaa jajajaaaaaa."
Socorro.

While eating his waffle ... ... leeen megaaa Buuut ... ... tooo ... in bed

("Coca super eat it slowly because the cookie after the party ended and sleep")

... ask me
- Nus
- Dime
- You're a mom?

At that time almost eat it. Crackers and everything. Really, it does not become so pretty and I post, but I can: _)

then spent until 4 am hyperactive, woke his sister (the 7, 3 and 2 years) He brushed his teeth and began to clean the bathroom (¿?¿?¿?)...
was a non-stop, I was so Coca , such as red:




At this time would be about to get Mother, which I would take over and I would a crazy party. But no. I woke up on the couch at 5:20 am with a touch of a friend and I was still there. Mother
arrived at 6 am.

- core, cooore, there pffff muxa qui po gentee the CAIE even now, core to dance and iuuujuuu vengaa

muak muak.

What I found in the area at 6 am and what I did to 10:30 is another story.


happy Mardi Gras;)

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carnival Saturday.

should get a jump shaking arms in the air shouting "GUAAAAAAA BOCAAA PARTY IN MY CRAZY!"

But no. I will not do for several reasons:
1: Shaking his arms in the air? Please, I am a serious woman.
2: Because I'm going to spend the night in this Super Saturday with 4 children of tender age. Seven, six, three and two years.

risazas.


Indeed why put myself to care for children instead of out is easy, so no longer justify my (I think) fatal decision.


carnivals is that I did not dress up, which is the essence of the holidays, and I'm fatal money. So with that I pulled out some pelas y. .. and now. Then, crossing fingers and touching wood, when the mother comes around 4:30 / 5, I'll go out to see the degree of intoxication that leads people to see their costumes and try to get to their level in half an hour. Kichi
'm looking forward to seeing your costume, bitch.


happy weekend.


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