Eureka! The bear has everything
Coronado José Alberto Pinto
You've been listening to: They go to Colombia! We ran out of beer! And we're going to take now!. At the moment I remember that from "every region has its name, turututú ..." and now "we are all polar, turututú." And we like to Toder, to basics, the sentimental.
Taratata ... (music guaracha) Friend, friend, his father celebrated his birth with a P ... in hand, when you put the water, their godparents had a beer in hand ... when her daughter Taratata named her doll, you had a hand barley Taratata ... ... when the christening, first communion, confirmation, casatorio when their children were born ... and even when the last rites, the widow was glad for the inheritance left him, the funeral, burial, the novenas, all those great moments (Voice grave and gay) you or your family, made their offerings, our products. Turututú. (To music).
Yes, they, like white rice, everywhere. Now, we account for the above, oil, flour, sardines, wine, and a long list of products a friend was kind enough to send via the Internet, four pages, to our surprise. Go to Colombia and doom and gloom side limits the sender me: And now!.
Well, let them go. Anyway, when unemployment, population or found not drink or take other beverages. Eureka! The bear also has a monkey with workers.
The end of the story is that in the tanks of the brewery, we are all and there is everything: rice, pasta, oil, flour, sardines ... hoarded, of course. Clear that more "All" will you, because most are not hoarding, manipulation, destabilizing operator, or wanting to move to the next house. There is everything in this world. Eureka! They had hidden.
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