Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Pokemon Card Double Star



A cronopio was in love. Very much. Shoes kept in the refrigerator, put oil in the glass and half shaved face. He walked down the street bouncing, and every person she met told her "buenosdíascómoestáusted" and "lindasmañanasdesolbrillante." He wrote poems and recited beautifully frightening to the four winds. Smelled the flowers. Looking forms in the seas of the moon. It was stupefying happy.
Because their love was reciprocated. He saw her four times a day and going to bounce together. Iban along the pedestrian as ping-pong balls and stopped every so often to say "cronopiohermosomividamipimpollo." Then they were going to take milk or, alternatively, three flavors of ice cream (she left the background to it.)

One day cronopio found fame with his friend.
"I'm in love," said cronopio, your best smile stupid.
"There is no love," replied the fame-just a waterfall and phenethylamine steroid hormones in your brain.
the cronopio ran home. Lying on the bed squealed, kicked and cried and sobbed. Do not bounce.
The next day, the cronopio stealthily visited the city library. With patience, began looking for the section A. Continued with the B, C and D (of course, had to get to the last to find what I wanted).
After finding it and sure you've learned well, the cronopio left, happy and excited, library, bouncing.
was allowed to reach "Romanina" Good pizzeria won prestigious, where his friend fame was about to eat, like every Friday, a special with pepper. Faced with fame and triumphantly, the cronopio spat
-special No peppers, only a torrent of rapid reactions in your taste on contact with the mass in question, which is transmitted to the taste center in the brain, where they are decoded. E
immediately added:
"Moreover, the mass in question does not even touch your body, because it prevents the electronic repulsion.
The fame looked at with great bitterness, the special with peppers, bowed his head and left, up (not without paying religiously adding more tip the waiter).
Then the cronopio sat, largely inspired by fumes emanating from the pizza, said "Aaaaaaahhh!" and moved a piece to the empty plate. Then brandished a knife and fork, tied a napkin around his neck and began to eat, with great gusto and relish (but leaving costadito strips of peppers, because he did not like).