Shampoo Bottle , Prank

The pocket Bathroom

Tall tale is a place for people repeatable. With the exception of the teeth.

Those not ever grow back.

Germano is lying awkwardly on the couch. With your back cracked patient waiting time for dinner. A silent time with the hands you eat nails - damn cannibal - to alleviate hunger and address the economic crisis, exceptional and never before seen here, as on each planet. Meanwhile bestial moans from the bathroom floor they shake their sloppy, at times in the land of tiled together. And here's a

loudest noise - Santo Garrupo ! - Stagger the walls of opaque plexiglass . Break, fall, grow back. Germano lazy to strip the bathroom door - lazy slow to die - neither does the act of lifting the blanket from the foot.

He stumbles, falls, breaks his jaw and vertebra of the coccyx.
gets up and everything grows.

From there, beyond the door, pocket bath is moist and dark. The Bangladesh Jute wet smell of the pond. Tall tale or export of non-odorous, but Germano does not care.

painful sighs the animal. Germano is to comb the wrist and dips in the dark mouth of the pocket number one. Grab a comb and began by drawing a line in the middle of his head bent. It is then that the pocket towels hung on a roaring and stirs pin pointed and provisional stuck in the wall in the middle, stuck with the pasta universal butt-nails fixed to the taste of blueberry. It seems the curtain of a Hitchcock movie, too bad the light color that insults the frightening power.

Germano fear the clash, love bargaining, bribes and corrupts the occasion. That is the keto live, speak little, let it go, the time covered. Peers at the clock that is reflected in the mirror placed above the sink, and agrees that yes, it's dinner time. Meanwhile, the pocket Bathroom insults, yells and screams obscene words that seem to be craving filly out of control. Germano satisfied with the slow pace and with commendable insert finger in the mouth and hand number two. The fair Dante's beloved Tall tale up to the proverbial mouth and repeatable, it crunches the knuckles and meat. Crush well for the hard bones and saliva makes it a bolus sublime. The net noise circle and chew open arrogance alternate with rhythmic sounds of erupting crater.

George, Germanus fell to the flaccid eyelid. Son eight eighteen and is still there hanging on the bathroom pocket that seraphic expected digestion. Rinviene therefore, makes a turn at an angle plate, lift shaft and lid, and urine in the cup watch pocket.

the floor a mess of blood and teeth of a comb. Along with spitting of Bathroom is a pocket that be filthy, ragged and smelly as a finished cloth in a pool of swine. Tall tale Garrupo up call. Onomatopoeic name that illustrates the direction of scatarro and cry wolf. Germano would refer pants and belt with his left. The right grows slowly, the old guilt that inhibits the cells and synapses. But here wrrrroooooooom, a disgusting odor that stirs the hearing. Must be prepared dinner. In fact, the third Cave of the pocket to the master bath offers a steaming dish that ill conceals his delicacy.

Germano shelling a toothless smile. And with both hands draws the sauce knuckles, fingers and comb red passion. Row in the kitchen and a seasoned pasta already soft and liquid, held in the Serbian case.

Dine diligent in the face of the balcony and watch Tall tale revolves around the sun to seventy miles per hour, within the limits in shear test. He has plenty of time to enjoy the view. Hear snoring from the bathroom toiletries pocket, grinder sacred and revered, that contains placid, requires and produces. And now, blessed sleep, smelling like a cow, but with teeth away, she just proud of them. Germano is grateful, sucks up the sauce exception, overjoyed at the sight by the opaque and striped walls of plexiglass . Germano is happy and enjoys the daily. But entusiasno is an ugly beast: incontinent and he makes a clumsy gesture, the bottleneck is broken and puts on a straight majority of the net jugular. Germano falls off the chair. S'impiastra again piastrellame earthy.

Then up and down his back, got up regardless.

grows the jugular.

grows thin neck of the bottle.

hurts to have lost a tooth last fall.

Everything Tall tale is repeatable. Except the teeth. Once lost, lost forever.