was late, and endless queues had formed at the supermarket. And there I was, at the end of a row of people, what people say, orcs hungry ... one of the only two boxes that were open.
is these I was, when I see that there comes a man with white hair, beret and walking stick ... standard retiree, go ... and remains standing at the end of the two rows, in the middle, and then goes forward, on the banks, turns, stands on tiptoes, sticks his head in the crowd, and then looks at me and approaches me and tells me
- Zoophilia is very vicious.
- Huh?
That old man knew. Just lay his eyes on me alone for a second, had discovered the secret that had been jealously guarding for many, many years in my youth I was pastor of sheep.
- What?
And then he opens his mouth as a hippopotamus, and notes. I look with fear, and I do not have teeth. After that, the whole face contorts with great effort and repeated ...
- The two rows is very ambitious. I'd rather stay here.
over Spain
Gentlemen: you have to put the teeth, but go to buy bread any more, and more so if they have accents of Badajoz. CopĆ³n blessed with the pronunciation!