Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Slideshow Kates Playground

They smell so good once upon a time a trip

promised I would tell how was the fight with the Villu but really not worth it. There are more interesting things than that and although I love to rejoice in my happiness for the pleitito disgusting I have something else to write here.

On Sunday I was at my house and decided to go visit my old friends one: Flora among them. So I went to wait for the bus that goes there, which leaves every 40 minutes. When I was crossing the road saw him go one, but no matter what I waited for the next.

The following are not stopped because he came up to her tits. I did not care. I waited the next.

worth noting at this point, so that after I ask in the comments, I live near the new hospital in Ezeiza. Remember this information.

When the bus finally came I went, I sat down and rode for half an hour. All quiet so far because the group had no more than, at most, ten passengers and a bus driver. We were halfway there when one woman asks another woman sitting Lante wearing my suit and airport security:


That girl is behind is your partner? Because it broke down.


When she finished saying this I heard a cry and a burp. I turned to see what happened and I found a twentysomething girl lying on the four rear seats, crying, burping and saying - I'm going to die ... I'm going to die ... - The bus we began to look at all to calculate how many people would be delayed if this woman had been to the hospital. We asked if he could take it massively. All said yes. Mine looked pretty bad.

undertook the trip back and I was an hour and fifty minutes delayed. The intention was to go, take a few mates, chatting and again, the time it was taking on travel was almost the same time I was going to take everything I wanted. Never mind. He went in good spirits after all.

The bus went to the holy farts, broken mine started screaming, people started to be afraid and hold tight. The cars on the route is not running and could not understand why the group was in the opposite direction. Everything was a brothel. After several discussions with fellow bus driver and several parents route our part of us arrived at the hospital. We parked in front of the guard and the woman got together with two colleagues. Before exiting the mine vomited all verdecito liquid. (Sorry, I've had to put that detail in live, you're going to have to read)

The bus, after leaving these women in the Guard, decided to revert to the tour. He forgot to fill out a form in hospital to find that lost an hour away because a woman was throwing up in your group. So when he realized this (ten minutes) returned to the hospital.

bus driver:


"Guys, already come. I fill the form because it will crack me the hell out. And come, eh! "


at this time I decided to get a book out of the pack and start to read. I knew the bus driver would take a long time and although I can walk seemed like a good idea to have waited so time, eventually going home. I was reading as two full minutes and suddenly everything was interrupted by noise, shouting and honking. Everyone in the group began to look out the windows and saw a fat woman out of a car in front of the guard and ran from side to side.


"A DOCTOR! A NURSE! A DOCTOR PLEASE! "


Meanwhile, people gathered and the car door was still open. We could not see what was in that car but we figured something out, or a gut for left eye. Intetábamos guess what could be when it appeared a doctor and a nurse with towels. They covered

, screamed, called for another nurse, called space. People standing around started to get phones and shooting. A man dressed up moving from one place to another, at that time did not recognize the man but then I found out it was Gaston, Flora's brother. Suddenly there was silence. And then silence the doctor out of the car, between towels and wipes, a baby every wetback and scared. The applause was effusive. People can agree to this sort of thing. We also welcome. We do not know why, but we did well.

Our bus driver was found shortly after that, apologized and took off again for the route. We took what we usually take the trip. I arrived almost two hours later than it should have taken. Neighborhood has changed a lot. The square is restored, the church remains a pintorezco detail, the film is painted white abandoned and no longer funny. The old hospital is a building full of echo.

When I got home I asked Flor why it took me so long.


Pupolina:

"not going to believe me but ..."

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