Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Can U Wax If U Have Thrush?

Promizio and Mrs. Ernesto

car was lowered to the obscenities. I could not believe that, having taken the car wash just the day before, it started to rain like that. With the shoes in the mud devoted an improper gestito Tata God and sent him to the shell of the parrot. There is no justice in this world to Ernesto Promizio. A fuck up that takes the flat rinsed, after years to receive messages on the windshield finger style "Wash me, Dirty" or "You're a mangy son of a bitch, Ernesto Promizio" and those lanyards that they occur at the asshole now. Not every day that it started to rain. It is the only day, the only time a week you have to go to the suburbs to get the Fitito on a dirt road. This client of shit that I had to attend, is to install a factory gross sunrise from the hill. The mud in the only pair of shoes out clean finished, last but not least to see all the mud splashing from beneath the car. Then he said aloud, "What God is this that punishes me like this?". And they heard the rumble of a voice in the whole neighborhood Las Golondrinas (Burzaco) answered him saying: "I Am, Lord." Có you doing? ". "Backwards," said Ernest, "I just wash the car and I are messing around because you did it rain. What is it?". To which the Pope replied: "Water and garlic, son." And the voice
took the wind smog that flows from the buffer factory Guemes Ave. Patitieso Promizio Ernesto was trying to decipher the message source of such high regard had come to the disadvantage of Fitito filthy. Decided to ignore for once in your life. He went to the house, bought a kilo of garlic, grabbed the hose and the car smeared with garlic. The women got by force in the car just lavadito and went for a dirt road around to see what happened. The woman screams because the smell of garlic would not let her breathe. Ernesto, fair and determined, reassured her saying, "Agostina, if not shut up I'll turn the face of a steak," 'ta clear? ". So calm the two toured the muddy streets waiting for something to happen, but no. When Ernesto stink, returned home and noticed the way some people in the neighborhood I went back with black wings and huge tusks in the mouth and they would hover around the people running scared to bite in the neck . "Look, are vampires" Agostina said. "Do not be assholes, vampires do not exist," replied her husband. As the night of Buenos Aires was populated by monstrous creatures and flying blood sucking, Ernesto had to admit that it was possible for the first time in his life Agostina bitch was right. But what surprised him was to prove that vampires are not coming down all the garlic they were about. Walking through the city on fire and destroyed within hours turned into a nest of nasty blood-sucking vampires, kill, slay and destroy everything, Ernesto thought, "I messed up the car with blood those bastards." And so much blood came up the car, they could not see absolutely anything through the windows, they could only listen. In the morning the vampires is that they all died because they can not be sunshine and very salami destroyed all the buildings and had no way to cover the sun. They stopped listening to noises outside the car, but Ernesto's wife still did not dare go out. They waited a while and sent to a rat that had been brought through the exhaust pipe to investigate. The rat never came back, obviously, and then got out Ernesto. In the obscenities, it was all dirty but asquerosísimo of vampire blood and rotting flesh and garlic over rotten ... And then he heard a loud voice from heaven saying, "Did you see that could be worse? "