Un día Samuel, Edu y yo nos fuimos a hacer

Un día Samuel, Edu y yo nos fuimos a hacer parkour. Samu iba saltando todas las cosas que se iba encontrando mientras yo le grababa y edu no hacia nada. ¿Podrías seguir tu esto?

Dani intentó imitar al maravilloso Samuel, pero tropezó y calló de boca contra el suelo. Estuvo 3 días en el hospital pero la parte buena esque consiguieron cortarle el pelo.

But no one understood Felipe Gómez. It was the early 80's, Three's Company. No one understood Spanish back then. Jack Tripper would own the restaurant. Felipe was so angry

that he considered taking all of Jack's towels, the his ones, the hers ones, and the other hers ones. Felipe ran through Tripper's restaurant, whirling the stolen towels like an

asshole teenager in a locker room, snapping the towels at the restaurant patrons' butts, giggling, then running away. What kind of drugs was Felipe on anyway? Tripper called the

shots around here. No d-bag named Felipe was going to whip rat tails and fling spitballs around here. That was Tripper's territory. So Tripper made his fingers into a 'V' and aimed

and sligshot (slingshat?) a twinkie which zipped over Felipe's ducking head and hit Mr. Morgan right in the nose. Mr. Morgan was an ex marine and Trippers ass was toast.

Felipe snickered at Trippers' situation, as Mr. Morgan leaped through the air and landed before the boy. He rasped: "I'm 'unna eat this twinkie, and I'm 'unna kick yer ass after."

Time slowed as Felipe measured his life span in twinkie bites. Cream and spittle foamed from Mr. Morgan's toothless grin. "I'm a ready to kick yer ass guud."

Oh no! He said. I hope I don't die. The end.