Bag and I (Peter the leg, 3 elective credits) If something I'm good in this world if I can consider something more expert at any level, is two things: to be an edge of the wafer and clumsiness (with permission from Valen, Omega and Rhiw ... Va, we are very well all the group). In my case, rather than physical awkwardness (also, all my friends remember my entry into a house three or four centuries ago of my people, where everyone was painting, and I gave him a kick to a bucket of black paint rolled on the floor.) Rather, it is inopportune. A sack.
For Valen is able to roll on the floor after tripping over a chair. Or give me a hug without noticing that I have a tub of ice cream on the hands and throw it the ground.
And Omega pulls down a pipe, you drop the coal on hand and do not realize until some time passes. Now it has been branded, of course. And Valen table (we were at home, too.)
Y Rhiw ... in order. It is a case study, I think. It is almost impossible to make crossing the street with the pedestrian traffic lights red. Even if it's 4 am and cars are not on the horizon. And for once it does, it retracts the three step, stumbles over the curb and fell. Time remembered as "pussy ." Okay I missed it, but I've been told so many times it is as if he had been.
But I say that mine is rather inconvenient.
And if someone blew up the most of that capacity is to Bag. I have not had much of it, so I give the odd data. Appeared a year or so ago, a week before I go crazy adventure to live a full year to Madrid (I was with MyBoy by then, of course ... now would not. Because yes, I have not counted, but yes, went to the side MyBoy ex ). I walked with my friends bottle-fired and he was wandering around with their friends. I took my eyes all night. And, as a result of drunkenness, I threw the dishes. Finally, something that was there because then I never knew him. Like it was me who was very drunk, and a rolling pin Bag puts me, my imagination did the rest.
The point is that whatever he says it (which, fortunately, do not read this blog), Bag has a roll and pseudohomosexual weirdo. Come fijísimo. Come on, that lately, whenever I see it, cause a little game. Or a muchito, and depends on the day. It is true that since last summer we have a lot of confidence and a good vibe. And I do with it what makes me Pofi. Because like me out Pofi colors.
Well, last night I went to see him at work, walking around with a friend and there he was, leaning on the bar, his back to me. So, like so many times, I threw the gum and let go Gayumbo (mini whip strain I wish I level up) and gave him a slap on the ass it has very good position and that's for sure is considered provocative. He turns, looks at me with eyes wide and the table next to us look the same. With a low voice says to me are my parents . And goes red with embarrassment at the table and sit with them quietly. His parents, of course, looked at me with an expression unknown to me.
Touché.
What
Worse, it always happens with him. I did the same thing a week ago on the street (it was a thousand of the night), we went for a walk around. And out of nowhere appeared a cousin.
is the only person this happens to me. But let me continue stubbornly there, but kicked out of the closet. Ale.
