DGT, garbage trucks ...) because they could not be less, and started calling one by one the scholars who were to take the exam. And there were more than 50 people in a hall at first seemed wide, but that it was becoming darker and narrower due to the accumulation of living things that were coming more and more later. class was filled, filled two classes and my name does not appear anywhere.
For the third class, took us through a narrow hallway and even the teachers who had to go through there could not, the hall was jammed by chavacil.
Even fewer believe me if I said I failed language both years, but the test I was doing at that time was kind of language selectivity, but with fewer questions and questions go!. We had an hour and a half to do the exam but I ended up in one. strangely happy I went because I was out strangely well. Too well in my opinion. It notes that give them out tomorrow so I will not talk much about going that I'm wrong and the test itself that would like lela trick and I fell into it. Knock on wood. After you
rmin The review was in the area for a while talking with friends and colleagues who had also been presented and all agreed the same: the test had to be rigged. Knock on wood. Around
was not anything interesting so I shall tell you what happened to the pants.
was three and my father asked me to go to the ship that we have because of staff shortages, so I decided to go. When I went to pick up the pants, the same who had led throughout the morning I came down, struck me as a wild cougar, starving.
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As if this is not anything that is s &; Oacute; the pants, which are only a pair of jeans, this pair of jeans was not only angry but also was ready: the fright he gave me pushed me stumbled atrásy the fan, who is also son of a bitch (always in the middle and if not, does nothing to bother with wind shit, but I'm not going to roll with the fan that and I will tell another day) and nearly hit me with the board that I have hanging in the closet, thankfully this closet was open, so I fell on clothes strewn and nothing organized. That shows me that disorganized clothing can save your life, because if there estado ordered, would not have sufficient altitude to avoid hitting me against the closet wall.
As if that were not enough, I, I have a big heart, I gave him another chance and tried to at least wear it, but it refused to enter my leg and there that I load the thin thread that holds the hem beater I did when I bought it.
If you wonder what I did with the pants murderer will tell you that I punished him.
I threw to the corner of my room where "keep" all things useless or do not belong to me and will not be returned until the owner deigns tolook. If the latter think I'm bitch, you are mistaken, if you had not left my room would not have ended there, so you search for it now, you are who you want.
I left the pants there, punished for having attacked and took a three-quarter hip-hop style. Very groovy too. This at least not attacked me or tried to start low at first because it has, and so I tan a little leg that I have white.
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