Reading Laura's Blog I got this reminder:
I was a fool before age continuous straw while trying to fill the album top figures at the time (think it was called King Kong ... I do not remember). There were several figures
difficult. One was the flag of Mali, the other was La Fragata Sarmiento and third I do not remember (I think it was the flag of Afghanistan). But that bitch was almost infinite library also had several semidifíciles figurines. For example: The Otter.
Due to a fortuitous circumstance for a Saturday afternoon, I had five dollars under my belt. Five dollars was enough to buy a whole box of figurines. Not three figures fucking tops! A whole box shit! Do you realize a Power Point or need to understand better?
So he bought a whole box of figures before the envious eyes of my friends and enemies of children. I was drooling with pleasure by opening each of the envelopes of figurines of the fucking box and only got the Fragata Sarmiento and the Flag of Mali. The third hard not to appear. Fuck the fucking recontra which figures assembled the box!
also to offset some happiness, I could get hold of more of the figures semidifíciles I was missing to complete the album. Among them, The Otter.
codes existed at that time that marked that if you had several repeated figures should throw in the air and every one present that could grab the jumping on the pile, pineapples cursing, kicking, scratching or whatever.
was so I stayed with a bunch of figurines semidifíciles in one hand and a lot of repeated figures on the other hand. I stood with the group of envious and announced the launch of the repeated.
- Scramble! - I cried like a moron throwing more than fifty figures in the air.
In less than a second, that school of hungry piranha, my friends and enemies seized the figures that I launched to save them in their pockets.
satisfied and looked at my hands wide. One was empty and the other clutching the battery had not released figures. Looking at the first figurine from the pile holding my hand I realized that when thrown into the air, I had the wrong hand.
Yes! The Great Boludo that had given me that I lacked the semidifíciles for the album and had been repeated with the wrong hand.
Can you believe it? Did you ever see an idiot like me? Luckily
the Fragata Sarmiento and the Flag of Mali had kept in his pocket before making such boludez. If not, I suicide by cutting his wrists with a Gillette Dorada. But I gave the Otter and forty figures that almost nobody had.
From that moment, from that bitch Saturday afternoon, I felt infinitely asshole until today.
Now that I realize I never told this to my psychologist. (So \u200b\u200byou will care ... weak shit ... the only thing he remembers is copper and interrupting the minute fifty)
No contradict me. I'm an idiot to pedal from the time of the figurines. I have no solution.
Chau ... thanks for calling.
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