El viatge d'en Joan a Holanda.

El viatge d'en Joan a Holanda.

Comenco en el barrio de la Tortuga en el ano 2023. Joan a Holanda estaban que ce perdid los sonos a un sueno de desmardid. Pues, que mas, estaban buscarras por los policia de este

"CUT!" The director was furious. "Come on, Hercules! How many times do I gotta tell you to speak ENGLISH? We got a whole team that'll translate this thing to Spanish!" We broke for

lunch and me and Mars heard to the cafeteria to meet Juno. When we arrived,

there were emergency medical personnel all around our favorite table, where Blasted Heath lay twitching and frothing. "He's fallen hard for Tseng Jing-Hua," said Ms. Williams

tartly, mindful of the mince pie that would be ready to leave the oven in a few minutes. Ms. Williams did not like the word "mince" -- her throat closed a little when she spoke it.

A hand gently placed itself on her shoulder. She turned to see her best friend. "It's alright." Rin said calmly, her voice like a tranquil choir. "I can do this part. No worries."

Rin took the peeler in one hand and the basket of cucumbers in the other. This cued a disturbing montage of flying cucumber skins. "Where's my penis?"

exclaimed the pastor irritated. "Couldn't find any at the shop, the cucumbers will have to do" said Rin to the pastor hopping he'd settle for that. "The taste of the flesh though..

is unlike any cucumber." The pastor tasted it, and with his most surprised expression, managed to say, "What the f*?" And he fell to the ground, fainted. And full.