Okay, yes, Marisa packed up and left, but having note that the house is his property and all furniture and fixtures contained including toothbrush that I bought for her to use a toothbrush, I figured I just wanted to make an example and I took it as a little vacation alone.
Maybe you are thinking about toothbrush and disturbs the idea I wish I had one before to meet Marisa. The toothbrush is an idea that emerged chiripitifláutica head of a Chinese emperor with delusions of grandeur, around the year 1498 AD. Fix what did the moron: He put pig bristles to a handle of bone and then put that shit in your mouth. What do you want me to say? Do you meterĂais the hairs of a pig in the mouth to cleanse you teeth? In short, it seems ridiculous. I remember one time I saw Michelle Pfeiffer, whom he adored, brush your teeth in a matter of 5 minutes at the end of a movie filmed with Al Pacino, and looked like a retarded, since then, whenever I see Pfeiffer, seeps into my head the image of his face asubnormalada with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth and feel a deep disgust at the same time a certain longing for the good times I masturbated thinking about her, when the myth had not disgraced himself with washing his mouth in front of all mankind . When my Marisa gave me the brush does not know how to react. It was a blue brush with a very nice orange band and I had to use it once when she was watching me.
no longer needed now because she had gone to give me a lesson. Doing things at home and survive without dying of starvation and covered with garbage and was a problem when it was hemiplegic and had not yet met Marisa, but now I was unable to put the washing machine or remove the packaging to the cheeses, not because it was only because I found it disturbing to see that hand move which had split my head for a few months and commencing work awkwardly under my supervision. It was a hand intruder who laughed at me and sometimes acted independently. Do not you believe it? Well let me tell you: The next day going to give me a lesson Marisa entered the crazy bus 10 or 12 girls aged between 15 and 30 years with her giggling and blushing ass and cornered me on the landing back You know what my hand made fool? Yes, dropped dead in external rotation with the palm facing out and went groping for account some velvety thighs, drawing on the driver's braking. But it did not stop there You know what I did the arm when one of the girls she was fondled and I look like a piece of shit? He shrugged at a right angle sticking to my chest caked in internal rotation and matted spastic fingers as if they had a lifetime without moving, in the most cowardly and despicable attitude that you have never seen one arm. I blushed like a crab and played with the index finger of your other hand doing little drawings in the window fogged, hoping that Marisa was there to laugh at me.
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