Rolo Source suffering from irritable bowel syndrome. Those who knew him agreed that it was well deserved, since the type was crap. He worked as an obscure security was a pigsty bolichón crowded stinking drunk and fat whores, dirty Fuler well. Not a day passed without arming any scuffle and Rolo enjoyed it because there was freedom to shake the old drunk and green. A bad day underwent a type of beer a few fleas and hands like rocks, "Knuckle Cruel," he called. When a fat woman became hysterical, there was a moment of confusion and Rolo, which ignored the reputation of Hammer Gomez, came perilously close to doing his work with arrogance. When Hammer Gomez stood, Rolo was little and broke his lower abdomen cramps that some predicted that something bad would happen. Crossed few words until the shooting Gómez fist hit the chin of Rolo. The dramatic case was that the coup instantly loosen the sphincter of the security man, with terrible consequences it caused. Within minutes, Rolo had lost two incisors, one canine, and four molars. But what hurt most was losing the pride, since he had profuse diarrhea spilled out of his pants, flooding the cavern with a pungent stench. All the drunks came together to laugh aloud in chorus. Rolo moved to another city, got a job as a sweeper and did not smile but never anymore.
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