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the Chopped pork and the like ...




Well, this post is dedicated to victor manolo and who have been eyewitnesses of the errors and confusion in relation to the lean ...
So, to prevent the error (Error Flinn) persist, I ask you, Answer me this question: What is the difference between Chopped Pork, the Bologna and Ham? I, if I think and concentrate I can tell which is which, but if I confused myself by calling a "chop" at all, do not think a foreigner just arrived to our land? "How do you differentiate? Explain in words a simple thing really is not as easy as it seems ...
The chopped ... mmmhhh ... is pink ... Pork is usually ... mmmmhhh ...
The bologna ... is .. no, not worth ... is carnea ... either ... ouch!
The ham ... color is ... Erm ...
do they differ?? Let's see, that a smart guy explain it to me! I love to see, er ham can be a baked ham, right? and mortadella olives can lead ...
AAAHHHH hope that some simple soul will take pity on me and give me my 1 st class post-school Sesame Street. Thanks in advance. (With prize for the knight) (which also has its rewards)
ADIOS!

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The Curse of the shower ...

Most of you know that in my house, dinner time, we are 200 or 300, but live, which is said to live there ... Well, okay, we're still all that, but to sleep, here we were nothing more than my parents and me. Well, the 3 are the ones that we shower in the shower (pun intended) of this house since we moved into the field when I went to 8, which makes a few years old already ...
AS NEVER HAS BEEN OR BOTTLE ACABAO MY FATHER OR MY MOTHER! Not that I want this bad, but ... but I WISH! FUCK! You
I usually end when my father is absent or asleep, so I leave I have q to change the cylinder, which is a great fuck at home ...

But the curse is spreading ... Because the other day could not be finished yet, because a couple of weeks ago I ran again and caught a resfriao cacho q no see ... As I was showering the other night when ever noticed warmer out ... q Until scorched me (staying raw on the inside, obviously ...), because ... STALLED THE COLD WATER TANK! It was what I needed! I commented to my mother that something would happen, but did not expect that ... Q
I get the clothes off the floor and half-dried out to the street at 2 am about to hit him with a stick to the tube pa is freed, it was PETA cal ... Q
hope you do not pass it to you, because it is a fucking, especially pa throat and wrists, because every time q happens to me I get nervous fabric and start hitting my mother pa voices tell me if it has acabao and the cylinder or has apagao er thermos, and always hear "again is acabao "!!!, ta time out of the shower and hit him a mask to the door, which may explain why there are concentric circles of paint hulls inside the door ...
That's not to say that I shower more than my parents ... Moreover, I would say even less, because in summer shower my mother 200 times a day ... I'd better
More on the new house, which I will move permanently in the summer (presumably), I pass these things so frequently (at least the drum of cold water will not pass me and I q ... )

Anyway, girls, you know, I'm a big game, you know that you libraréis me to suffer the hassle of changing the cylinder and passing a cold from hell when more Agustito YOU \u200b\u200bARE under warm water and suddenly begin to fall as ice cubes ...

Alas! Cosorro! Aulixio!

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Oh, barbecues! Title

is rare to hear someone has never gone to a barbecue, but it is to hear someone ask "What did you do on the barbecue?" or "How do you as you passed?"
We'll see ... What about a barbecue? Hell, po is clear, writing songs of love, a parley on the economy in countries that are not going very well lately, such as Argentina, watch films of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy or started in the ancient art of origami ... Well no shit, at a barbecue one gets tired of eating like an animal, and like a starving animal, they say many nonsense (especially at a barbecue where you meet some little characters between myself included) are sung many jets (from carnivals to dander from classical songs to cartoon soundtracks ...); games are stupid or Typical drunk or similar (like me), as a typical picture-sentence or the mixing of animals ... and above all laughs a lot, fuck, especially if you have the "curse" as much as I laugh any minutiae, it means being up so much laughing mareao (true, who knows me knows) ...
Everybody knows this is what is done on a barbecue. If you want to know something, ask, dammit. Should ask "has pasao something special? "or" sa liao someone with someone? "because many people are nosy and morbid and that's what you really want to know.
For in the last barbecue, for which I want to ask, I ate a lot I laughed a taco, I was hoarse from singing and talking nonsense and yes, went something special ... I saw a beer bottle that shit, a whole show ...
Anyway, I leave ya, I'll see in college, on trains or, of course, at the next barbecue.