That bitch that I am neither actualizao or anything ... is that the trip by Madriles and co muedta muedta leaves me in the tub ... and clear ... to see who is interrupting your beautiful belly rascamiento pa write what little I have is passing ...
The other day I went to a concert Invisible Dance (pop eighties "Epana" powaaah!) And I had a pipe. The truth is that Javier Ojeda knows how to stir the public. What a way to move, paste pots and sweating. But surely, I'm the concert with "Flavor of Love", which put the whole club to hit boats, to make the cape and pasting sing loudly. When the concert ended, I decided to complete my album (recently inaugurated with a picture of Nacho) of "celebrity epan eighties, so I did a photic with the singer. Ala, ala, I leave it there:
Pop aside, I now I will begin classes. He had already wanted, that I was leaving a huge bump in the belly of scratch-off ... The truth is that cool enough the agenda at last we get to heart of what is advertising itself (7 years waiting for this moment! Is well, no?). The bad thing is that I have separated from my friends, that no advertising is pa, and of course ... I do not like my class too, but it is what it is. I smell that I'll end up twitching of nerves this year and not for tests or the teachers, really. I'll prepare the shipment of lime Alps. &
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