No, not the new Japanese fashion doll.
not a Chinese dish.
not a war cry a little well.
is a story that goes back to the beginning of time ... or good, just the beginning of the last quarter century, but see? was longer speak. I do them more annoying ...
Anyway, as I was saying: is a history that goes back a. .. looooong time ago. Specifically, when I was a young boy '(now I'm not cute). The story if you can find in the now famous post revelations of (probably necessary) of the Ruvis blog, this post here . (Click "here ).
It was the post of " The Zementerio of Increivles i Istoria Beridicas Without Emvargo " (God, I struggled to copy). There the Ruvis we confess incredible biography, your commentators, animated, we had many others. Among them, of course, me. I can not shut up. And unless in this blog. Before continuing this post ... I invite you to throw a look at that you commented and you read it .
Well, in short, I had the terrible story of as one day I was nearly killed by a be horrendous, being abducted by Martians or who knows what things you will know what bug , was coming to my room (the young boy ', remember) down the hall, at night, making a noise frighteningly mysterious. Something like ... "Yiiii-koooo !!!". Pause. Newspaper. Closer. "Yiii-kooo" ... so far which would reveal to me!
And it was, the idiot My sister bocinita with those who have in some stuffed animals, which you squeeze and does (Yes, you guessed it) "Yiiii-koooo!". That was a joke. Ja-ja. still laugh. Yes
Well, after the trauma and share count, a visit of "Commando Elche Expanded" in Valencia last month of therapy was about it and surprised me with a wonderful gift the Black Murguera (visit his blog !) , a charm and a woman love , which made me discover the truth. Finally. The face terrible monster ... Yiii-koooo!
and Jo looked like this, it is very nice!
not a Chinese dish.
not a war cry a little well.
is a story that goes back to the beginning of time ... or good, just the beginning of the last quarter century, but see? was longer speak. I do them more annoying ...
Anyway, as I was saying: is a history that goes back a. .. looooong time ago. Specifically, when I was a young boy '(now I'm not cute). The story if you can find in the now famous post revelations of (probably necessary) of the Ruvis blog, this post here . (Click "here ).
It was the post of " The Zementerio of Increivles i Istoria Beridicas Without Emvargo " (God, I struggled to copy). There the Ruvis we confess incredible biography, your commentators, animated, we had many others. Among them, of course, me. I can not shut up. And unless in this blog. Before continuing this post ... I invite you to throw a look at that you commented and you read it .
Well, in short, I had the terrible story of as one day I was nearly killed by a be horrendous, being abducted by Martians or who knows what things you will know what bug , was coming to my room (the young boy ', remember) down the hall, at night, making a noise frighteningly mysterious. Something like ... "Yiiii-koooo !!!". Pause. Newspaper. Closer. "Yiii-kooo" ... so far which would reveal to me!
And it was, the idiot My sister bocinita with those who have in some stuffed animals, which you squeeze and does (Yes, you guessed it) "Yiiii-koooo!". That was a joke. Ja-ja. still laugh. Yes
Well, after the trauma and share count, a visit of "Commando Elche Expanded" in Valencia last month of therapy was about it and surprised me with a wonderful gift the Black Murguera (visit his blog !) , a charm and a woman love , which made me discover the truth. Finally. The face terrible monster ... Yiii-koooo!
and Jo looked like this, it is very nice!
He did it alone, the Black, who is an artist, wool and above all his skill and ... Coca-Cola smells! (Seriously). Is a champion. Of course, after this I left quite at his feet.
Thank Black!
Now, the monster that haunted me a terrible night with me all others in my room.
Thank Black!
Now, the monster that haunted me a terrible night with me all others in my room.
And my sister, Darn it!
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