
(photo on CL the Metropolitan, Wednesday 28, 3:40 pm)
- Where will this woman? - Toro Dad asked as he watched a gladiator gave him a kick to the beautiful Xabi Alonso, shocking the world.
Soon he forgot and Mama Vaca was back and forth nervously.
Meanwhile, my squid almost a year looking pensive screen TV. He loves football, but I'm not sure what team is. The poor have a mess on Atletico his grandfather and uncle Madrí Oscar and his father's family. I do not say anything at the moment, but I can not help be where Iker ...
Well according to history, while all this was happening, the Cow that was written with Seagull, which is Hispanic "Anglo-Italo-Germanic-Colombian, a cocktail bar where the screens were installed. We were both and integrated with the fans except we were the only ones who wore no distinctive reddish-yellow, what are two colors that bad (now I regret it gave me envious to see the uniformed crowd.) Yes, we were cute, but out of tune, so it gave us more than anyone to cry to show that colors are also carried in, in this case, the red voice sore throat (screaming), and yellow anger the Dutch.
Spain won as ever and took several promises were fulfilled. I did not do any, maybe because it was safer the octopus was going to win Spain. I did not know is that Mama Cow had made a promise to his saints, hence this coming and going, as it is in the kitchen where his shrine is usually put catkins. But his promise of victory was not to make the road to Santiago, or parachute, or bungee jumping. Not even shaving her head, no. What would make a promise like having my innocent baby squid with it? For that he was, that no matter how it is the hair.
Gaviota and the Cow When you write us up in the morning we find a child-headed Boiled octopus, squid poor had a chrome head was full of trasquilones, resembled a war orphan child.
To all this, Grandma catkins did not hesitate to justify his bad hand hairdresser.
- Men's daughter, did not think it would raparle blade head .... - I said so fresh, like nothing.
Meanwhile Dad woke Toro touching her head and sighed, checking her hair was intact.
- I do not trust the promises of your mother - I said from the other end of the house. To see if my hair will be included.
- No, coward, you were not on my promise to San (can not remember), but you should have gotten, you have a clump of hair that look like a baby. Come out you coletitas and everything.
- No, if yours is judged Guard. If he wins the selection, you will Rapas child's head. Well, I do not know what a promise is that - Dad responds Toro outraged - as am I going to make a pledge of those, see how you get through the winter hat.
- Well I do not know what story you're going to make a promise if there are elections and the World Cup is now over. Moreover, the Saints do not you ignore, you do not see that they never put parsley or catkins - replica Mama Vaca.
- Well, you go prepared a few hats for winter, you'll see, you'll see - Santa Toro insists.
- Well I hope you tell me who to ask for to make promises to my Saints to win the other, blah blah blah ... (No stops)
While I anticipated and asked me a desire for my hairless ball to one of the little saints who still had the candle (must be the big boss, had the fattest candle) and then I thought - hopefully a player, and good, and can see in the World Cup 2042 or 2034 or 2046 (like the movie of Wong Kar-Wai, which I recommend enthusiastically.) Then promise to shave the few hairs that I have left ...., or if I'm great, shave the head of my grandson, in the tradition feeding. We shall see.