Monday, January 11, 2010
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Ok, truce ended, back to ex-pickaxe emplari zoo.
This post is dedicated to a person who is not part of my repertoire. Oh I know, a real shame, but I've made a reason.
Copyright is a dear friend and former colleague, who has allowed me to recycle trash his memory. And here we are talking about a bell'ettaro landfill. In office
prophetically dubbed the "bag" because it exhibited a fine physique bag of garbage. Often missed adoni you redeem for intelligence or at least sympathy. Bag instead proved to deserve that moniker not only for container but also for content.
bag was a bank employee. A major bank. Presumably earn a fair salary, especially if we consider that the story is set at the time of the lira.
Yet he vowed to poverty, and for him every opportunity to spend money were the work of the devil.
restaurant? A den of thieves and germs. The disco? A bad place to degenerate. Vacation? Certain death.
the movies you could only go on weekdays and 17 of the show, which cost half. But my friend, that there shall call Ariana at that time was still in the office, so be patient. Most
was an ice cream cone one flavor without cream. According
bag gifts were a curse of the consumer society, so for every occasion delivered to Ariadne written on a card with the amount you had put aside a savings account for their marriage. The saint also thanked. But once he balks.
"Okay okay Christmas and birthdays, but for the Women's Day, I prefer the mimosa in more than a thousand pounds of savings accounts."
He showed up with a sprig of oleander plucked and snatched a bush in the public gardens .
"Yes! Oleander, mimosa, flowers are always "
" Do not own. The oleander is poisonous. Throw this stuff and go to wash your hands, you moron. "
Another bag was fixed mommy. Mommy mommy here and there.
I say that the past five years so it is best to avoid calling her mother. At least in public. It can also be a loving thing, but to the ears of others always sounds a bit 'creepy.
However, the mother's bag was still on his deathbed. Or rather, it was not, but if he "felt".
The son was left on time to influence this rosy prediction.
"But if it's healthier than me?"
"Yes, but that has to do, she feels that is about to die. You feel it yourself? "
" I? Good heavens, no! "
" There, you see? But she feels if . "
" But if I am twenty years if he feels it! "
" What do you mean? What should he die? ".
" No, no. For heaven's sake! "
But if you really feel if ...
Mommy accidentally bumped the statue of Padre Pio: there he is, the divine message. Book the Cathedral for the funeral. Mommy
dreamed of a rat dressed as St. Peter's a bad sign. Contact the funeral home. Mommy took the heartburn is the end. Alert the priest to the extreme unction.
"To force which has the heartburn ... have you eaten a whole goat!"
"chicks who are you gonna do? The kid with potatoes is the only joy of Mama. "
Oh. Then they swallow a whole flock and get it over with so much, but taaaanta joy.
My friend had a dream: to go on the snow. Begged her to take her bag in a ski resort two hours drive, a touch and go for one day. But he was very puzzled: there were three problems: the high cost of gasoline prices, the only restaurant in the area, and the dying.
The first two agreed to a fifty-fifty (that sentence) and an omelette of macaroni brought from home. The third problem had to negotiate much more. Eventually he was convinced to accompany mummy bag by his sister, so she died alone.
During the journey he did bag a dozen phone calls to see if the transition had occurred. Nothing to do.
Once on top, Arianna was happy despite bag had evolved into a large garbage bin: quell'oscena silver ski suit was the only thing that mother had failed to remedy the market.
Arianna went running toward the square all snowy and full of people. Bag followed her with difficulty, then pulled out his cell phone to call mom and ... drama! Not there field.
In a panic, the bin began to roll around the yard waving up and down the phone.
the end gave up.
"No way. We need to get a bit 'further downstream. "
" Go alone to the valley, call Mom, see if she's dead and then come and get me. I'm staying here. "
" Are you crazy? It will take a couple of hours! And how much gas we waste? "
" Can I put petrol here and let me go. "
" If you like this chick I'm leaving. "
Reassured on the economic front, the infamous went to the car. But then it occurred to another look, turned and said
"And the omelet? If I get hungry ... you brought a knife to make it in half? Chicks, but you're by sliding ... "
Sbaaam. A backpack containing a pancake macaroni crashed into the dustbin.
"Eat it all, merdaccia. I go to the restaurant. "
He was careful not to replicate, and more from following Pulcina.
restaurant? A den of thieves and germs.
Later, Arianna decided to pull the strings of that relationship rickety.
"Either we get married, or we leave."
bag had already made a sort of proposal two years ago, a bonfire, but Arianna replied that it was better wait, suspecting it had something to do with half a watermelon filled with sangria.
fact before quell'out out, bag fell from the clouds and hiding behind his shield space:
"And how do we, chicks, with mother who is that? I do not think the case ... "
" Your mother will be happy to see her son married before she died. "
" And if he dies first? "
" It's time to hurry. "
Bag Own goal!
Nosed danger, fearful that he lost and drew a sad smile ambiguous
"You can not."
"mean?!"
"We have no money."
"And all the money set aside over the years? Those gifts and all the holidays that we have not done? "
" Those are not enough. "
" What did you do with your salary? Work for ten years! "
" They did not meet. I need. "
" For What? "
" For mother's funeral, you know you want it in the Cathedral, the tomb chapel, and everything else. "
deathly silence. It must be said.
bag felt the thrill of being the leader, the one that decides what to do and what not to do it. We took
taste and launch the final attack by repeating a phrase he had heard of those Men and Women:
"Anyway, I've never promised anything."
Ah, my bag, tronista That have no brain, but at least that have both the physical. "
No?!? And when you asked me to marry you, then fire? "
" What fire? "
" The one where we were posted to celebrate our engagement anniversary! "
" Oh, that. Oh well got to do that, that was a question, not a promise. "
Ouch. Bag, ... would have been much better to admit the alcohol out of the norm.
"enough is enough on with this story and go home, Mom will be worried. Today
wanted to make a baba, but the dough is leavened at all and she was so upset, poor thing. He says it's a bad sign ... but chicks that you? "
In turn, bag was found beside a female Tyrannosaurus Rex.
"You know what?"
"C.. C.. What?"
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
"BUT YOU AND VAFANGUL mommy!" If
tronista quoted a bag, it was time for chicks to bother Troisi.
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