Prueba

Prueba

ahogarse en verbosidades floridas. Por suerte, el mar de las imágenes hace que el menú de fácil comprender. "¿Esto es un restaurante indio, sí?" Soy malo para los idiomas.

No soy marinero.

Soy un monstruo de baile. Tengo bolas de discoteca y grande bisteca? I smiled and made a cupping motion and pointed at my

mirrored balls. A spotlight shone on them, filling the darkened room with dancing dots. The tantalizing scent of grilled steak filled the air.Everyone ate, drank, & was merry until

they couldn't eat, drink, or be merry any longer. Most fell asleep with their dancing shoes still on. It was a night to remember that most would forget. Rumor tells of a videotape

Made that was released on youtube three years later, much to their embarrassment. It was anonymously posted. Sir Gawain was parading around with a vintage poker chip on his nose.

"Why was this documented?" Shouted a frustrated Sir Arthur as he banged his gauntlet clad fist on the desk. "Sir Rodney was trying out the camera on his new Galaxy S6 and Youtube h

ad the gall to post it without his permission!" said Lady Chatterbox, her eyes damp with tears. She took Sir Arthur's bruised hand from its gauntlet and covered it with kisses.