I'm sure there is a gene that determines the perdedorez. And I'm even more confident that the mine is highly developed. Since childhood I have an undeniable attraction to unrefined elements, such as blow from a ball, tripping, or inappropriate desire to go to the bathroom ... it was the typical yogurt pulled over with a ball. Or that on the feast of 15 (or 22) is dropped because he can not wear high heels. Or that in high school trip generation throws a fit of laughter and to pee in front of everyone. Typical Right? ... Not. Unfortunately
losing my aches and pains after me. And UDLAP would be no exception, as evidenced in my early days when I helped him to move house Güendy. We had to carry their things to Cain and codas do not want to pay what the taxi. Seemed mecapaleras, dragging an absurd amount of luggage and bags Gualmar through campus.
just handed me the bag with the eggs and I tripped over them. Points from me. Then, as I determine my evil gene, we crossed just in time for training the Aztecs. There we are, red, red and sweating from the effort which pubescent mustaches, moving the field in a scene from the less seductive. To make matters worse, that we desfunda plastic bag with lemons. Terrified at the prospect of wasting food, I threw the rest of the cargo and began to pick lemons. Güendy the poor, fearing that someone would see us, I said through clenched teeth "I let them, Marce, I'll buy another." Too late: the Aztecs, muscular and athletic, looked at us and commented on the event from malicious laughter.
Seven semesters later, things have changed little. On Sunday I found a Red Star truck goes straight to Cholula. Happy, I climbed and soon fell asleep. When I woke up I saw with alarm that we were Cholula in the socket. I grabbed my things, apuradísima, and I slipped as I could down the hall, hitting the bag to a passenger carrying a chicken in a cage on his lap.
Going down, I asked directions to a Samaritan UDLAP. "Oops guerita and bajastes you wrong," he said, pointing to a huge sign behind him saying "GROCERS Huejotzingo." Quickly returned to the truck, luckily, had not left. "Are you going to Cholula?" Said the driver. "Lles, lles," I replied, looking forward to spending by gringa and that explained the event. I forgot that he had shouted moments before, in perfect English, "Aguánteme here under me!"
his way back to my seat, with the ego on the floor, I noticed the man and the chicken looked at me serious and unblinking. But do not deceive me: in his eyes recognized the inevitable involuntary satisfaction of revenge. Actually I do not panic. Over the years I've used and I now understand that to lose like that is my daily bread. No way, so we had some.
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