Well, I know who have read my previous post about the curse shower, and this letter is for those who have done this, because I have to confess that the curse is back and this time, come prepared end my life!
This is my story (now you imagine John and Medium (for 2) pricked hearing me):
I arrived last night with a tired plot more than considerable, and not because of the study, that my hobby so I have enganchao as a Somali dog tick, rather it is due to my superhuman effort in the gym, the place of people to whom I joined 2 months ago and kept my money in addition to fifteen of my precious kilos (especially by the aforementioned dog Somali) (And happy place that would yield another fifteen of those precious kilos, and sorry for the Somali and dog tick).
Well, that, as I was saying, the fact is that I get ready to shower with warm water when I learned that the jug again is not working. How could it not work? But if it is new green wheat er! Yes, ma'am, just as I suspected, her husband has quit smoking.
try again and again turns on, and many Joio is limited to bursts of sparks me, the kind of "yes, I know I'm kidding, but that's life, kid" ... and seeing no way my father going to see what the hell happens. You eat a turd as big as mine. And everyone had duchao as well ...
Well then, the solution was clear: I get the new tank to the old house, which forced me to write the previous post about the curse of the shower, where I let go of the filth that surrounded me as ... (Censored, we Borderías leaves telecinco pa) (in the ass you squeezed).
How beautiful life, I have the bottle to p'arriba raining and with no pa things to make 2 trips, and I go thinking that the old thermo was feeling like shit and not lit or the 3 .. .
I get up, put the bottle y. .. voilà, the heat is turned to the first! I could not believe! As I could not believe that the work of urbanization had reventao pipes, so in the old house has no water. NO WATER OR BEER OR SOFT DRINK OR NOTHING AT ALL!
I leave the house (not without sinking the iron gate with a straight left) to the pabaji Coza and again, to wallow in misery ...
I tell it to my never properly weighted by Mesenger Herpes, and throw the kitchen pa pa heated a pan of water, a task that takes more time than I imagined ...
Anyway, I have to resign, period. But Cohon has something that I was going to live where he lived still haunts me in the new house! Joo!
PD: the plumber came to fix the heat this afternoon, and as she opened the hot water tap ... yes, it was obvious, and the guy went on and touched it. Vicissitudes of life ...
At least today I duchao well. But tomorrow ...
to another !!!!!!
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