sit in the shop, to the side of the road, taking a tin tintito Tito, I was alone. There used to drink a lot then I remember the words of Black Lavié "as Beba Bidart, no problem." And, hic!, My hiccups grew.
In Santa Lucia did not look very well the situation. The Santa pulpero Lucia had no chips or manic pa with the beer. There was, for this reason, re tense, your withholdings noticed it without counting out loud were walking.
"There is laundry day" - commented Don debauchery, landlord of the area known to be retired lieutenant working in the web portal Terra, as he remembered his poor mother who washed every day, day after day, baba while he also dropped every day they passed the girls, daughters of local landholders.
- "They are filling the pockets of currency, coin and currency, coupled with a shovel ... withholdings should be applied to domestic prices do not shoot ... if now is barbaric, or do not remember when it came K that were tied to their farms auctioned off asking them not his camper ... and now press ... "I kept taking more tintito , and ... hic!, my hiccups grew.
- "Not so" - broke the silence by an Angel before going Al Freddo was passing by, like a villager, or perhaps I thought it was an angel, hic!, What I ... my hiccups grew and grew. "The government has to make dialogue, the tax is confiscatory."
- "You cause shortages, no diesel or gasoline, throw the milk, flour needed ... "
-" You do not want to talk, imposed confiscatory taxes, the farmers are starving ... "
-" You! "
- "You cause shortages, no diesel or gasoline, throw the milk, flour needed ... "
-" You do not want to talk, imposed confiscatory taxes, the farmers are starving ... "
-" You! "
-" No, you "
-" No sah, you ... "
-" Not there ... you "
-" You are guilty, all my troubles, all my demands "- sung by minstrel clowning.
-" You are guilty, all my troubles, all my demands "- sung by minstrel clowning.
They followed, each in his own. I asked ooootro tintito, Reynaldo was among a Merlot, or JotaJota Bodegas López. And I kept giving the groom, of course, and while, hic! I grew hiccups. So I left the store, went up the road, was the 66? Or perhaps the 666? The view was cheating on me, as my late wife ... who accused me that I left it by the red, and it was not for him, nor by Luciano, no. Once, I remember ... I deceived her with Betty, the "Be" we called him, and told my wife, "I left the Be, Life", but she saw me with drink in hand, and never believe me.
And so, suddenly, hic! involved, I felt my hiccups grew and grew, my hiccups grew and dispersed throughout the country.
"It's all a matter of gender - said a fashionable dressmaker whose job it really was ... Taylor, well known genres and degenerate, while making a cut and sew in the middle of the road - if hiccups grew, insurance the hypocrisy too, and then we're in trouble, Houston ... "
Whitney continued to sing without flinching.
Hic!
Anyway ... 
