awake I'm still here and still no one has come. Is it because I'ma Republican? Or because I have done wrong? Do I have to leave something for the camels? Perhaps they could leave something for me. I think neither one thing nor the other. In the end, almost certain that the Kings do not exist. I've asked my mother and told me I'm an asshole, that to see if he started to straighten my life and work a little. I told her that I have a job, part time, but job after all. Then called me lazy and fat hippie and hung up.
Given this juncture I decided to research in depth (uiquipediar euphemism) and, for starters, I discovered that there are no kings. Magi, that is their occupation. (Note: It is known that the East has never been much of monarchies, are doing more absolutist roll). If they are so magicians as they say, could at least bring a hat or some letters and make a couple or three tricks. Many crown and cloak to the end, be impostors. Sure are fake beard. Everything smells fishy: some kings that are actually magicians from the East but have Western features who come home at night by stealth and they are dressed in costumes outmoded. And to top it off, sometimes leaving a suspicious package when pretending to be gifts, when opened, we are clothing. Clothes! Since when is a gift pajamas? Rabble!
So I would believe more
to document more of what I have lost the todoacién East, but all I found was a game of Magic wand Borrás something chewed, plastic crown, at the counter, a mustache chinorri the classic Chinese do not know if it's hair, mustache, or if it has been painted with black Bic pen. By questioning, I just responded with multiples of fifty cents or one euro. It will be a coded language. So no, the suspect's identity remains a mystery trio.
On returning home, I shuddered thinking about my possible gifts. If you rule out the clothes, the literature speaks of three elements. What is that gold, frankincense and myrrh? The gold it could sell some gypsies who swarm around my neighborhood, or teeth to get a rich rapper, but the rest is infamous and certainly suspect. Incense only it would give to someone with serious problems who ran a smell, or soap shop, necklaces from India and other supplies unusable. And myrrh ... What they had not ever seen? Here goes:
Mirren myrrh. (Ja, ja and ja)
Imagine that after much letter to Santa and both Paripe, they bring such a pile of manure mixed with dry land and above passing by monarchs, when in fact the old Magic Andreu . Sure to catch it, it crumbles and myrrh are everywhere. The first thing I would do would be to check the tile with cash, jewelry, liquor cabinet. I bet most of a bottle will have suffered a decline in content.
Well, I think eventually I'll be asleep and awoke to find me a house full of coal, but not by kings or magicians or Orientals, but because I am preparing a coffee and I feel that I leave the stove on.
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