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PARTNERS THE MYSTERY OF THE PINK BRAGA

Como no me había ido, no voy a decir que he vuelto. Tampoco voy a decir que no tenía nada que contar, because as you imagine all that in my case, it is never true. What I did not have the energy needed to sit down at computer to write and write and write, I've spent a somewhat diminished temporadilla ... So I've been breaded with tropocientos libretillas notebooks and living in my head bed and ears of the poor Inti ready to bleed and have reached several times. And with my friends and sister, who also have oozing little (they are far more years of training).

But this morning Sunday best to do nothing, which is to prolong my Saturday to do more of the same, I found an issue he camouflaged planted worthy of debate and posed Andreílla Unhinged Monica: BORROW panties, lo and behold what question, and even more the risk that you go and leave them.

I must confess, Andreílla Monica suspect that as well, yes I am one of those that pay. In fact, I once took a curious event which it relates.

I had gone to the family home to bask Inti Galician holding a banquet for the birth of the child only child of the clan, and only awaited Matriarch Mother's grandson and nephew of the rest. Inti's family home is a Gynoecium as my own, only much larger. At that I was sitting at the table the four sisters of Inti, the Mother Matriarch of the same (hereinafter abbreviated and MM), a friend of the MM, a daughter of the friend of the MM, Mari, our personal assistant of all households Inti circle, which is a multi-purpose women's homes as we have medallions, sausage supplies us natives of killing Leon home and gives us to have conversations that never end (when she and I hooked directly dusk and dawn thread several times). And the Ninth Element at the table that was me. In case you have not noticed, there was not a single ass man, chairs for miles around.

In this relaxed, intimate and all were female, with Mari, who I suspect that is hyperactive, and out of all doors (some even at a time) fetching and carrying, placing and removing it from several sides and making them replenish. And one of the things we put on the table right from the bowl with soup and pork loin dish with oil, and between the incoming and the first, were a cute fuchsia microbragas with the question floating in the glider which air "now you are good and all, let's see who are they?". Because the panties in question had days like turning a book bookcroser from table to table and bed to bed, from room to room throughout the Inti ecosystem without anyone being held accountable for them nor sly wink one eye. In this way all visitors of newborn offspring, relatives or neighbor member satin, gas installer boilers and even reviewing the plumber to come to pore plugging a pipeline leak shower, all without exception had been given away with the presence of panties, some even several times in different locations.

There were no excluded by discarding. Neither GM nor his friend because privacy is very intimate and within that area going around (which I tell you that I've seen several times). But they soon settled as a matter of responsibility sizes and relaxed took a box of chocolates, they sat in their seats, well disposed to the good little bit of enforcement. I must say that here Mari quickly dismissed that possibility, too lightly in my opinion, because if there is something that allows absolute freedom of sizes including micromínimas is lingerie, and if you watch the stunning Brazilian ass ( also known as "Buyang) microtangas invisible. I still think I should have thrown a little more of that thread, but anyway: I did not direct the investigation ...

Sister One said No way, she was a midwife and recent and would like to use these prenditas, but could not remember the last time I had worn something other than the panty shaper and functional by holding that only by looking at it stretched their points. And the rest of us a bit overwhelmed in our intimate anatomy and no doubt it one bit. The daughter of the friend is mad because she did years ago who never went by that house, and ate a chocolate. And I stayed five suspects. Mari was beyond question, his arms akimbo and his eyes Inquisitor. Only four. Two sister said she did not look at her, she's lose, lose in other places, and all nodded. Stayed three. The heman Three and Four sister told me no, me either, and it was plausible that both have clear, because they are the two usual residents of the house and took the most time watching her pants derived from place to place with no one to complain. So after a short while of beating the partridge, and suddenly and without warning, silent and turned all their faces and their views to me, who stood outside in a strange house given to the exquisite delight of caldo gallego. I could feel the sixteen eyes (which are many) stuck on myself, I raised my view of the plate with my spoon suspended in the air, not knowing who look or if left open or closed mouth, remember if he had concentrated on already swallowed or could escurrírseme the stock at the corners. Mari

broke the tension and silence, and waving her index finger against me, he snapped defiantly, "since it is already clear, are you." I swallowed, just because I was dripping a little broth, and i didn't get to say "hey that is not what it seems that I have my own house" no credible, because the truth is that I had no good argument I excluded from guilt because they all know of my utter lack of scruples to give everything I have without exception (which is generic, without more, and to my knowledge this has never been bad).

The Auto Mari Judge concluded that the facts had were the following: one day a sister D H, with high probability that the two had gone out to my house so many times, ready for a fresh (or not) cuchipandi. In the heat of beer would have been the thing rolling and moving the time of the morning, Sister H (probably the two, but also ruled the three) would have been too lazy to return back to his mother's home. Driven by the lethargy and torpor of the effects of ethyl (if not prevented) have concluded that it was best to stay overnight at my house, not being that even the first time. That morning, after waking up and stretching, and probably after taking a Resalim driven by bodily discomfort to carrying excess, have decided to take a shower. That cleans and is nice and cool as a toilet after that, there would be felt like putting on your clothes the day before, more than likely apestante to snuff and the odd spot of liquor, like herself, had itself Mari have seen temples and temples of times, (if you you had to remove the Coca Cola of clothing you will take the cup with another firm, "he added.) H's sister (whatever it was) would have clean clothes borrowed from my own closet filled with them. That given my few qualms about the kinds of intimate (and I did not get the capital for detecting if said with second or first) and my facility to lend all, I would have given up panties (as she knew more than enough as it was not the first time it happened, and argued with a stop unnecessarily aggressive for my taste, the sister Two Culot has a white colored circles that while theirs before me now belonged to me), and that after exposure of the evidence could only conclude that those unclaimed panties were mine, period.

also was used against me that is worse that I fell to my lingerie and has a well-stocked collection of really cute outfits and sexy as all of them and it seems impossible that at such pants I could accurately recognize what is mine and what not. Not occurred to him that I could watch them all as children, which may be thousands like San Luis, but unique and different for each mother. No, I do not think. Nothing

served for anything, not that I alleged that my panties all have a thousand laces and ribbons and printed and Sedita and lycra were those with a solid color like that. Not that I care so my pants do not usually lose easily and basking in the event that I accept that this can happen (which hears many strange things are possible) I do know perfectly which is the member who attends low, and until I cried bitterly, and after restoring, I focus enough energy on trying to recover itself, because so far I've always got to remember where I lose.

Well, if you want rice catalina. Mari panties I stood next to the dish and I went home with one's own use and other non metiditas put in my bag, which to date I still do not know what ass had sheltered. I for that to continue a little research and really do justice to the good, the one day I brought up that the Inti and I were having dinner lounging on the couch and stood in front of his eyes asking if they were hers ( for what not to discard anything or anyone with that intimacy that is very intimate and quiet and private ...), but looked at me "that I know of no" and went on chewing. I returned to save them without insisting more on the subject, knowing that he will not even lie about it and because I had suspected that they were too thin for him, wondering whether it would be within the Peper also possible they were right with his theory conspiracy ...

Since then I have a drawer in my bedroom for visitors, which is that where I'm keeping the stuff they use for loved ones haunt me for more than twenty-four hours and with some backsliding, shirts and underwear that leaves the Inti, their socks, black as coals when they come to my house and they are converted into pristine white after going through my laundry with bleach, pajamas and a multi-use blister cotton panties, printed and functional with Puntillita and yoke and are Nuevitas and brand for all friend who is sleeping in my house without requiring me to return them. And now rest here, waiting for a new exciting life, right next to the mysterious fuchsia panties.


PS: Dedicated to Monica and Andreílla, guilty after months of re-publish a post (Ha! laugh at the high motivation to write about Philip Roth at the hotel in Braga, say Prague).

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POST DATA (IDENTIFIED IN THESE TIMES, AND IS THE TROPOCIENTAS ...)

Have you seen those curtains Channel Four in which people have the minideseos?. I do, and as it so happens that wishes walked on, and also of all sizes, from maxi to mini, I take this forillo with all the nose to give vent to one that eats me by these dates.

Here it goes: Gentlemen

toy makers, administrators Marvel gentlemen, please, for charity, a bit of dignity when it comes to making money. Stop playing with the dreams of adults and beyond, when designing their tools to realize the illusions cruelly children, have account of their parents: You can not imagine, develop and put on the shelves of supermarkets cabezones plush dolls that simulate bad virile, stalwart, brave and always Agerre Spidermans, hair singing children's songs from "On the farm of Pepito , ia, ia, or ". It is degrading and insufferable, and personally I'm still reeling from the shock of the DISCOVERY, I am not yet able to look into the eyes of my Spider on my bedside table left without feeling embarrassed some itching. For pulling, you're told.

And the thing is not short, you already know my phobia of white space, here I add some mythical phrases from the movie a Good Woomer, (I enjoyed the other day while napping on my couch):

- "If ever we are guided by the opinions of others, what we own?". Helen Hunt perfidious stray bullet to the yeast and naive Scarlett Johanson.

- ".. And here's an example of the triumph of hope over experience" (luckily, I'd say). Cynical Lord and Pass-Year 1 to Year Lined Lord Cynic and 2, when the latter tells the first his intention to marry and wanted the splenic Helent Hunt, owner of just only two assets: a total shame and a reputation unforgivable. And I

Here's another question left has intrigued me to see if someone can enlighten the darkness of this question in which I am immersed:

- If everyone agrees to say that having sex leads to beneficial effects on the skin, you relax, soften and smooth, why do the women practitioners of religious orders (nuns), celibate they all have very thin skin and fine kaolin?. That

Merry Christmas to all, and pulls, to drink in moderation, that it is only responsible for yourself and victim of his own ridiculous, but a little consideration to the good people willing to drag these titled owners to their homes and do everything possible to get them out of deep coma, those who do not drink, even by prescription, by now we walk tad perplexed, not to mention exhausted to drive to the many thousands through the deserted streets of Madrid ( cachis me with the "today for you ...", the day to tomorrow is going to find out you all!).

PS: Have you seen? FINALLY I WAS SHORT!

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ANOTHER YEAR OVER, IN THESE TIMES, THE QUEEN AND ME ...

We're in chapel, now is the night No, we've lost the lottery like every year, all meals eaten group all drinking drunk (I do without alcohol, which happens to be much more harmful than the con, because I will say that other liquids can be consumed without popping for twelve hours continuously, I'm still burping up the soiree two days ago), and we are already prepared everything we can, with all the prescriptive approaches done well prepared for the celebration of yore .

This year I celebrated the holidays in meditation and family (because New Year's Eve is something else) with my girl by my side as a new (last year it held my little girl to see father and me at the Irish) and I have been caught the eyes of their children's enthusiasm convinced the children to live differently. So naive, my preconceived ideas about peace and the illusion that fill the hearts of children, I have become one to enjoy from the new perspective these celebrations that my mid-thirties and caught me a tad trite and unbelieving. So I bought a Bus to dive into the city (which is impractical with a car at this time) and never miss a blip, not a cortilandia nor anything. And I must tell you that today I write from the bed, exhausted, trying to mend the date specified for my preparations and hormonal treatment have been about ready to kill me and leave me out of the game for the shrimp cocktail, the couch and marisquiño . First

say that, I think, I suspect, I sense that the world's children are much smarter than we think, and it is no longer to know all the Kings are the parents (would it be more accurate to say the mothers?) is that they care less than zero persons carrying out the distribution of gifts on the shoes, which want is the Noah's Ark Play Mobile on the agreed date, the time agreed upon in the place of delivery established. Point. Because, of course, how many times a year you fall and hit a child because it is, an average that ranges from four to tropocientos gifts all together and top each amount to sixty eurazos?. For one or none. How to get exquisite with the name of the dealer!. If you say that, in case, and this is all a sign of intelligence, my girl walks lately paying exquisite attention to all members of that venerable old men prolific generation of elderly, especially those who wear long beards, (reducing the population almost exclusively to the socially excluded, which abound in both frames malls mandatory these days, and the Inti not that time has become very old and also has recently stopped shaving, I do not know, you look and ultimately gives me a dead air Fernan Gomez, how capricious the subconscious!). And she looks, and looks at me and looks, and I wondered whether we would give them something, like a thousand euros, for it must go bereaved thinking that they can be good and wise men, and detached, because otherwise, like they do not leave the accounts. Also check out quisqui questioning all that is down the street, and this is not new, because she has always been the most sociable, what is new is that he has changed his standard greeting of "hello" to another "Happy Holidays "is making me wonder if Gallardón should not ask me the subsidy, because it seems a proper element of the Christmas season set by the council.

In order that these new eyes and will have made me see things from another perspective, and also introducing me to a world that until now had not paid the enough attention. For example I am able to establish a ranking of the worst jobs in the world at this time.

For example last Friday, and delivered twenty-first day parole to all offshoots of the world to enjoy his twenty days of vacation, my sister and I, we got up early to finalize the arrangements such that a child of six, nearly seven years, can not receive live. After leaving the school made a skewer to attend the soiree (something like the business lunch or colleagues, as an infant, concerted and cock), go borrow the English Court, perfumery section shall validate the efforts aimed at feminine elements oldest of our family troupe. There, after enduring hours of queuing, we began to sympathize with the girls smiling impeccably made up and sprayed us again and again with all the aromas of love and luxury with flashy firms left to air the entire world. Those who did not carry jars of essences, listening and showed patients and showed different versions with different shapes and little variations of the same liquid. And then watched him and then wrapped so delicately and deliberately, that a hundred times I came to remind the clerk Mr. Beam of the film Love Actually. When I finally put the sticker "Happy Holidays El Corte Inglés" what is that a (There was no one in this plant, what things) would have acquired had been transformed into a work of art, worthy of any thin film props. This is liquidated. And we went to Carrefour, I naively thought that it works so sacrificed the kind of English Court clerk. Carrefour

But if it was gruesome. We went there to settle the matter paternal only male member of my family (because my cat does not count, that is not blood.) I discovered this year shocked the good hams bring a kind of cover that seems racket, with its handles and all that you allowed to carry comfortably. Maybe this accessory is not new, but already I want my be much more informed about the exciting world of five jacks, lo and behold it is unfortunately not the case. Finally, in the Carrefour and suffer no more than necessary, we headed to nail it: a computer plant for agencies a backpack laptop. Remaining three, two and a discrete phosphorites blacks. Containing my impulses, we did this, more appropriate for a business meeting a respectable business manager, I do not know why the others. The object in question had no case, bag or labels, but we did not care, because the thing is chunga this year's theme, and even laptop bags were gone in the IC, were not to put too many snags. We went to the box, almost fell asleep while we waited to be touched. We touched. And they could not collect it because it had no bar code. The nicest cashier called the manager line of boxes, on their skates her very willingness to attempt to locate the "computer." She spoke over the intercom, and nothing, responded from all over but the department requested. Forty-five minutes after I had gone to ground, had located a phosphate, the same model with different color, the skater had deduced that the prices were different, the computer still does not appear, the tail the case of our friendly cashier organized to mount virtually walked the picket line and were about to locate a construction fence to throw on the conveyor belt. When the blood was within an ace of reaching the river, only then is when the computer appeared to confirm that yes, the color was more expensive discrete and disappeared with the excuse of looking for the product reference. Another fifteen minutes later, when I myself, now if that if I became the person most zen of the world, was on the verge of collapse with bloodshot eyes, reappeared computer, with genitals that I judged the size of the mythical horse Espartero because I did not escort or anything, pulled the old paper on the box and the same is pyrogen. The cashier went by the code reader, appeared the same price of phosphate backpack, and pulls, taps went my sister and me to the car because we were late to the supply of sprouts in my daughter's school. But this job if I felt crappy, crappy and not the English Court that suddenly looked like a spa. Ignorant

to notices of radar and speed limitations are placed back to village, mostly on roads surrounding the schools, which are smaller than in other streets, as if they knew that cars with children arrive always later than those which carry adults, riding the same menda like a Raikonen driving a road from an airport taxi, we not only on time if not a little before, when the doors were still closed and parents and grandparents (which proliferate much more at this time) looked like a vicious bull splintering the pole against the bullpen gate. The poor janitor watched from swallowing the glass door, by donning his cap, biting the beak of the crutch and collecting the full value of the world to come to the gate and open it. Finally, leaving it to the Virgin and All Saints, proceeded, completed the task and pulls, all picked up our heirs out cuajaditos of crafts, gifts and invisible friend morgueras plump for chocolate frosting. We

, original and all decided it was the first day of vacation, and since my daughter was in town for the holidays, and especially too, as it was the time it was, we were crippled and did not have iota of desire to work a little more, we went to Burger King (at McDonalds take to return, so unfortunate is my memory) and Case liquidábamos lunch box. ERROR, from here I say it, THE WORST MISTAKE IN THE WORLD.

turns out that the twenty-first day of vacation not only gives the infant children, no, to adolescents, and how to shut this playful Gallardón recreational Temple Square is the trafficking of adolescents, and put the entire city police control the non-exercise of the bottle, "For where was everyone? Huh? Where?. In the Burger King in Goya street from here and I demand that I return the bottle and the destruction of street furniture as a double favor to the citizens of a certain age of these Madriles. Indeed. I live in a neighborhood of that popular saying here all girls dress like Bratz, I think about and imagine all like that. But there is another model in the posh neighborhood, which is Charlotte Casiraghi (excuses, now I place no While hache and I have no desire to document for a little ditties like that). The Burger King was revosar of Charlotte and Andreas, all in a single file and calling one reason that I say, if they are in a group, do not you can order everything all at once?. No, because the issue of the weekly pay is not unified, and they must be ordered Big menu with everything, even a clock, and others who do not pass the Tenders and the glass of tap water but, after Tommy Hilfiger invest in is not or for extra potato. The picture was bleak, but to see who is the cute girl who brings six years of a hotbed of junk food when it has crossed the gates. I do not, I'm not that strong.
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that now I'm able to say that the list of worst jobs in the world on Christmas eve are: 1 .- Assistant
counter of Burger King
2 .- Assistant Carrefour box
3 .- Assistant perfumery of English court.

Which leads me to think that one must always be wary of any work as set forth beginning in Assistant. That said, I will say that while I sympathize with them, even worse punishment seems to me to be a customer of each and every one of them, in strict reverse order and all on the same day.

Anyway, Happy Holidays to all and for the whole year, and from here, my best wishes to the world global. We we see around the corner.

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OF RECYCLING

is a fact that what one (or one) broken, another (or other) takes advantage. How many times have we eyes widened with relief after a shake Rollet and / or partner that we felt the most firecracker and discover the many volunteers (and / or voluntary) that are provided to stick the small pieces of wreckage happy and to be the nail that kick back?. I myself have collected a few basurillas outside (metaphorically and literally, but with love and respect, yes, the dejante relieved and the new caught, or otherwise) and I myself have made available a few more of the same.

Anyway. The fact is that without me lately and trying, I have been in the position of having to rummage through various wastes from the own-family size, to the industrial size of McDonalds and all the cases I have caught a world of what we pulling. What are the discarded remains underrated! If everything you say, one not known as much for its acts and for its intimate trash! . The first time

review remains as happened to me in my own house, which certainly goes elastic lately, and to my delight, is that it fits everyone. For whatever it says la Caixa, is that if it is true that they normally eat one and a half at this time we fit up to twelve adults for dinner, and where he usually slept one large and one small, can sleep up to three large, one large and one small. My room has become an independent republic which house my sister and my other sister almost Olgui, with its grid via inflatable mattress, with its huge wicker basket brimming with sweets of all kinds, like shopping, that neither the very Little Red Riding Hood (a put) could drag into the house of his grandmother without the help of a trailer and a sign that the vehicle Longo signposted but having my daughter and my cat flying in their environment by living in constant ecstasy. They, with their hours indecent sleep and insomnia-fighting glued to the channel of Big Brother and a stun galore that take them away to extend the Charleta until all hours of the morning. Them with their tiny baby clothes in size 36, which make me look at my other scale. As cielotas them coverage pa 'to.

The fact is that my house has changed its rate elastic, and now we turn to shower, divisions of tasks and fulfillment of the type that when I get home, one finds a rich cooked couscous (and not as cold Tuper standing glued to the counter) and conversation and laughter on the sofa. We also have thousands of boats colorful gel and shampoo, a thousand creams, toothbrushes of all colors and steadily filling bags of trash that goes to a minimum and often overflowing daily.

But in life there are other things that are not so easy to solve and coordinate or provide much satisfaction. One of them is the sharpening eye pencils. These pencils seem to have a single use, because the purchases, use them, you eat the point, and the herds to almost get you eyes. Arriving at this point, you can throw them away. The other option would be to try them out tip is much more desperate, because you put in the razor, you proceed to turn, and before reaching the acceptable length of mine is broken, has been in the sharpener and there is no way remove there, because it seems stuck with loctite. O yes, get out of the cacharrillo after three quarters of an hour and fifteen different tools, and still circling the pinturilla dogged her in the top left inside and eat you in chips. At the end you have to pull the pencil but now the size of an inch and a half, and a sharpener.

However this occurs less expensive pens and brand (because apparently the expensive price included in a previous workshop which teaches them to behave), such as Christian Dior, which come with a highly sophisticated system of sharpener full of little pieces and gadgets that crowd the rebel against the blade and pull out bold tip of cacharrín in the unlikely event that dared to let her inside, and just hold it all burrs. I have only a sharpener of these and I keep it under lock and key and all my love and gratitude, that my child can not commit the terrible and understandable error to use with their wax Manley.

Anyway Puenteros on Thursday last week was almost pulling me the eye with a pencil of the flights, when I decided to take a chance to sharpen. I pulled out of the sharpener sacred box and headed to the trash can proceed, and arregladita and cute, very well aviada to go carousing in case of liquidation of the eye. I opened the lid of the bucket, and running very cleanly I unveiled a fantastic tip. Satisfied, I checked my gem grinder and oh, Lenin! I saw mine and chip remains stuck in the sacred blade. I dropped the pen on the counter and gently proceeded to disarm the utensil cleaner obstinately insisted on not leaving. And with far less delicacy I forced the issue to blow up the gadget in question and all eight achiperris tiny embroidery needle sizes that make up the complex mechanism of the pencil sharpener () which fell without compassion shared between the two stock overflowing garbage, the plastics and metals and organic material (because the matter a little fine penguins at the poles, who neither eat nor are feathers, but nevertheless, recycle). I stood there stunned me until my own tears me out of my own introspection (is that I'm hormonal and I'm being the most sensitive).

I set the bags used and two new ones on my kitchen floor and proceeded to transfer little shit for little shit to give to each of the filthy pieces so you can wash them and overcome them in his house sharpener. In this experience I discovered that my family, drink a huge community house (not me that my medication will not let me), who smoked a huge community (not me that my medication will not let me), we eat muchíííííísimo (of course) and we opened a lot because the bag was full of labels and purchase tickets (I confess that my medication is fully compatible with this deplorable and harmful habit.) I also noticed that nobody is entirely clear if cigarette butts are organic or plastic material and / or metals.

Finally, an hour later, after smelling soap to wash my elbows and my mash well painted, I barreled towards retirement with my girl, my syster with my Olgui and two other girls from the age of Olgui same mine that had been scrounged. The plan was to spend a childhood imbued with the spirit Christmas this time, or what I call a full, puppets and small boats in the Retiro, Mc Donalds and films for children.

But alas! How different plans are when designing to when consumed!. Retirement input was packed, and the tail to mount in small boats came very nearly to Móstoles. So we skip the eating plan and we are carrying pipes a little the next, that of McDonalds. There, after twenty-five tails, the first one to ask basic, another twenty-four to change the Danonino by gelatin, water for Coke with nothing (no calories, no caffeine), to ask for another straw that previous has fallen, ask for more ketchup than what he has given us not come to ask for mustard ... hour and a half later, we put order piling wreckage and debris and more debris on the six trays, ready to travel to many other container. For this you also need experience, technique and have a good strategy. Ours was Olgui with girls, with coats, bags, with bags and covering the rear. I travel with a rate of one per tray and left everything on the table, including my daily newspapers and my cell phone Bisbal. Between the second and third trip girls porphyry crumbled to get permission to go to the pool balls. Between the third and the fourth Olgui leafing sometimes sharp eye to the newspaper, other balls (the pool, to my knowledge), between the fourth and fifth hole was Olgui a lady kindly asked to pose your inbox site and sat eating his hamburger chair. Between the fifth and last Bisbal my phone was gone.

And when it was obvious that I was neither in purse or pocket, either in surroundings that you may hear when my Olgui called me, took what was the most obvious truism: that he had thrown away along the remaining contents of some of the trays.

After queuing across from Mc Donalds at a time twenty-six, I noticed a kind lady who worked there, that by mistake with the remains thousands of our meats, servant, which is tad inattentive, had poured into the container size bag neighboring community, its own mobile phone model Bisbal, and that if did not involve too much trouble , a servant same again, I would very much any effort that would be made in order to recover. The nice young lady smiled at me, I accompanied the size trash bag neighboring community, and smiling even more (if not containing the laughter) I said the bag, and said, "you can look yourself."

There I was, a Thursday bridge, in the Atocha McDonalds to overflowing during rush hour, stirring the most common garbage Madrid in order to find my phone. I took out half-eaten burgers, chips, drink, Happy Meal dolls Bee Bee Movie stars of the film (one of which served to replace the one my daughter had lost), to diapers ... Albal paper sandwich, a bottle of ketchup on the great Anything from home ... unimaginable, except my phone. (Snif, snif, "who was going to say" to me that would end up longing for a Bisbal). Total

, and a long story that McDonalds Gentlemen, anytime you see fit, it is questionable gave me to offer a complete statistical products more and less successful ones among its varied, all depending on what customers discarded after being swallowed whole, or rather half. My friends of the soul, you can go when you feel like calling me and you may have a while for me to be recovering all your phone numbers now rests in the hands of some unscrupulous thief.

And everyone else, I beg you to be vigilant and careful what you cast garbage, because with the run that led, eventually, to me to review.



PD1: Thanks to the friendly passerby on the street (which no scaffolding, no star apparently) yesterday, while I was passing by the square of Lavapies after returning from a funeral, was kind enough to broach a compliment rude, including such well-executed and painful head turned against chirimbolo frontolateral stamp paper. I'm so grateful that this leading event I've noted in my diary with love, just in case it were your last, you hear, you never know, and Mendes will no longer thirty.

PD2: Thanks to others that you have followed my blog interesting for this period despite my absence.

PD3: Kisses to Olgui, Ada, Monica, Maite ('bread basket!) To Cosita (ra, ra, ra) and Therese darling, we love you and I more.