KNOW WHAT YOU DID WITH THE DOVE THE PAST FRIDAY 13
The following is a true story, told by the protagonist of this grim fact ... I mean I X_X
contains everything a successful series gringa would have:
From corpses, blood, tears, vomiting, a child who no longer wanted to play your favorite sport, you friends they said in the face "murderer, murderer" (murderer in English, which does not cleave pa), some priests with indecent proposals, in addition to storm nightmares, more blood, more tears, sex between, explosions, more dead, hostages and much , much more.
(unsuitable for children under 18 years, and for over 68 years, and Korean psychopathic tendencies)
Here goes:
was a hot afternoon in September ... "I remember that day very early, when at school, I knew you were the center of this great patio .. ... with basketball hoops and a cement court rather Flaites, but still just is what he had XD (ahhh, thought I was going to say "with your smile so maternal" as the song to the Virgin of the court, viteh) ...
In my short 12 years, I emerged as the next michael jordan Shilene, because I had hit the straight, also had very short hair to Akagi ... But there was the most important ... talent ... but I said that practice was the teacher XD.
Every day Friday, after we left school, I was at school with my friends, we took the ball, and we were about to throw a few shots to the basket.
Everything happened smoothly, was nearly 4 pm: A group of children playing soccer in the main field, Matute Non-Windows Johns and other smoking weed out there in the virgin of the court, the Bunkers (at that time called the Sheffer Pol band) playing acoustic guitar in the area of \u200b\u200bthe guiding árbolesy ... Well it to some young people in his office, behind closed doors, closed curtains ... I think exercising, because they heard some groans ... Anyway ...
Meanwhile, Jorge ate lunch that his mother had so lovingly prepared under one of the basketball hoops, while Fabian was in the bathroom I think that masturbating with a picture of Sailor Moon that was printed in computer room ...
And there I was, with the ball in his hands ... knew that time would remember for the rest of my days (unless he loses his memory ... you never know) ... had practiced so much that evening, so I prepared to launch a triple, while Jorge's face looked "not going to throw the ball wn, retreat, learn to knit or still in the chess team ".... Well ... I decided to follow my instinct, I stared at the ring, my hands were sweating a bit, my legs were shaking more than usual, I dropped my arms and the movement of my hands and knees flexed was perfect, the ball went as I wanted, seemed already to be in ...... ...
but failed.
Jorge was laughing almost stuck with what I ate, I think noodles, while Fabian returned with a smile on your face and I was going to look with resignation that ball ... the damn ball ... and in my head wondering why the damn ball I refused to enter the ring? ...
landed right near the window, along with a group of pigeons that pecked some bits of food on the floor ... I picked it up cursing the day when manufactured, and inflated, while the doves were flying around ... I had not moved from that place, thinking how that ball had not entered when derrepente, one of the pigeons, still there at 1 meter away, pecking at the ground, began to look at me with a hint of derision, as if to challenge ...
"Acaso te pareció gracioso que mi tiro no haya entrado estúpida paloma?.. tú, que eres considerada una rata alada, portadora de tantas enfermedades, y asi te dicen el símbolo de la paz, peste inmunda"....
En ese momento, todo mi odio, mi furia, mi resignación, se juntaron en ese balón que sostenía entre mis manos ... lo que pasó después, podrán imaginárselo...
La paloma yacía muerta, desangrentada, en un charco de sangre, después de haber agonizado durante 3 segundos luego del pelotazo que recibió, mirándome fijamente como diciendome: " Puta el wn sensible, si era broma nomas"...
Y ahi estaba yo, atónito, open-mouthed after committing such an atrocity ... I could not believe he had stuck with my superhuman strength, which had ended the life of an animal ...
and I looked back, everything was spinning, I wanted to rewind time, but it was too late: S
I looked at George, and it was frozen in time, with the fork into his mouth and some noodles out of her, watching intently, and then the body of the dove ... then say "whore wn, got rid of appetite," while he kept his lunch and went to check the crime scene. Fabian
meanwhile, was in shock, I could not believe what your eyes saw, and went to the bathroom to vomit ...
And there I was, not knowing what to do, do not want anyone else could see my evil, to which George and Fabian, who had returned from the bathroom, they said in unison: Murderer!, Murderer!
And I tried to get it out saying: "perooo, if it was an accident> _ < "...
Was it an accident, but ... we have to hide the body, or you will have problems Fabian said a dismayed ¬ ¬, while who was scratching the poto.
CONTINUE .... The next episode:
"Phil, you need to talk to someone close to God to ask advice ... and not go to hell for breaking one of the 10 commandments: Thou shalt not kill, viteh!! "Fabian
finally .... is the internet amorrr and online defloration ... tb!
Jorge tells his sainted mother ... who does not believe in God !!!!! and instead ... Satan is your pastor!!
ALL THIS ... AND MUCH, MUCH MORE ...
IN THE CONTINUATION OF THIS STORY.
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