Yes, in less than a month I have twice asked "What's wrong with your foot?". For anything that does not explain how "my family will not let me inherit millions of euros but myopia, hypertension and bunions."
The first time in Madrid. Was eating at the Hare Krishna's blue tab ludo (remember the story Ludo that I told you long ago muchíiiisimo?) and when he went to return the tray a girl who was sitting on the floor eating touches my leg and says "hey what's wrong here?". Not how I looked but I think it scared her. He began a non stop such stupid questions as necessary for someone who does not have bunions as it has to hurt a lot ... but that is flesh and bone ... how do you put on your shoes ... you can wear heels ... ". The blue chip and I got a laugh and comment echándonos giving him a bunion just out of a tedious winter!!
The second in Sardinia. On the beach. A friend of the band, Sardinian, I asked in a English speaking closer to my grandmother that when I speak I (and my grandmother and dad can not say in another language than that of Don Quixote) that if I had in the foot was a wart. Señorrrrressss this is a bunion, Juan for friends, the right foot is because it's Johnny boy!!
And I am telling you all this because today I went to the beach with my goddaughter, age 9 and I saw one of his feet stuck out a little something and I could not stop thinking about one thing: "The questions that await from now to the little angel. " Viva inheritance and not those of bunions! Jajajajajajajaja!!
The first time in Madrid. Was eating at the Hare Krishna's blue tab ludo (remember the story Ludo that I told you long ago muchíiiisimo?) and when he went to return the tray a girl who was sitting on the floor eating touches my leg and says "hey what's wrong here?". Not how I looked but I think it scared her. He began a non stop such stupid questions as necessary for someone who does not have bunions as it has to hurt a lot ... but that is flesh and bone ... how do you put on your shoes ... you can wear heels ... ". The blue chip and I got a laugh and comment echándonos giving him a bunion just out of a tedious winter!!
The second in Sardinia. On the beach. A friend of the band, Sardinian, I asked in a English speaking closer to my grandmother that when I speak I (and my grandmother and dad can not say in another language than that of Don Quixote) that if I had in the foot was a wart. Señorrrrressss this is a bunion, Juan for friends, the right foot is because it's Johnny boy!!
And I am telling you all this because today I went to the beach with my goddaughter, age 9 and I saw one of his feet stuck out a little something and I could not stop thinking about one thing: "The questions that await from now to the little angel. " Viva inheritance and not those of bunions! Jajajajajajajaja!!
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