En una calle de Madrid, cuyo nombre recuerdo
- En una calle de Madrid, cuyo nombre recuerdo perfectamente, pero que prefiero guardar en secreto, por aquello de dar rienda suelta a la imaginación del lector, hace poco que vivía
- pero el dueño, más recientemente, muertos bar. El hombre se divulgó la receta secreta de sus tapas populares y por eso su esposa me contrató para matarlo.
- "Toro, Toro Toro!" Toro the enraged purple minotaur stampeded with his bovine brethren through the streets of Mexico City, Mexico. Never again would they be slaves! They'd be free!
- Once they got to the outskirts of town, the purple minotaur and his cow-posse stopped and pulled out GoogleMaps to see where they should go, Las Vegas seems nice, they thought.
- They'd fit in well there. "Wagon-hoooo!" cried the minotaur, crumpling the map and gesturing wildly to get the cattle's attention. An hour later, they were in Vegas, checking in
- on their casino. They were mobsters who'd adopted the cowboy ethic. They called themselves Don
- Johnsons, and each sought a Tubbs like a Lone Ranger seeks a Tonto -- or, in some cases, a Tarzan seeks a Jane. The cowboy mobsters mistook "aesthetic" for "ethic", and their style
- Became mistaken for substance. A dangerous mistake made by gladiatorial social justice warriors went viral. Pretending to preach peace and prosperity, Prospero opened the lid too
- abruptly and instead of preaching peace he sent seven priestly peaches out into the world. They were half-baked and in a jam. The gladiators caught them and baked them into tarts.
- For the priestly peaches it was the pits. They warned, "You butter watch out." The gladiators stopped eating when the peaches sang: "Take another lil peach of my heart now baby!"
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- 2012-05-14 05:17:10
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- 2016-12-19 17:55:32
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SlimWhitman Dec 20 2016 @ 02:43
Pliegues uno y dos In a street in Madrid, whose name I remember perfectly, but which I prefer to keep secret, to give free rein to the imagination of the reader, recently lived but more recently deceased the owner of a bar. The man divulged the secret recipe of his popular tapas and that's why his wife hired me to kill him.
Woab Dec 20 2016 @ 15:18
You've said too much!