We had nothing to do all afternoon, dammit. Mica was sitting on the floor with his arms crossed like a fool, the fool Cleto was leaving us without papers because they had not yet learned to roll. Lucio played with her pipe and took turns to vomit was eager to do something. Going up the ass of snow. - Come on, what happens? What we do, guys? Cleto
has always believed the leader. Teen slut is often made goat. It seems that has not yet realized that I give me orders.
- Shut the fuck up. Here I am making plans so let me sing.
I looked around looking for someone to bother. A slut even if, just for fun. I did not see beyond a couple of shops and four pakirris strolling down the street.
- Lift up your ass. Come to that store there.
- What will we do there? If you are a fucking super.
- you did not want to do something? Then let us show the owner of the junk shop in this neighborhood who's boss. Lu, do not forget the pipe. Lucio
got his Luger in his pants, semi-old but effective and we for that cavern without stopping. We went and slammed the door while I took my precious Heckler.
- Do not move anyone or you're screwed! A Tome
it showed the yellow and started to take bags of potatoes, nachos, canned and God knows what else. I approached the owner and he formally introduced Mr. nine millimeter. The guy was shit and he kept pleading not know what a brood. Mica and toured the local Cleto destroying everything and Lucio went to the box to put everything in bags.
- Come on now, shit! As I took
ended we gave the order and throwing finches. Tomé encountered with a client mamao what he was and gave him a couple of puffbirds. I took the neck to the awe and get the hell. We ran several yards and sat down to see what we had. Mica began to tell.
- Five ... Ten ... Thirty ... "Three-two?
- Five cocoon.
"Fifty ... and two ... ten. What a shit, man. What next?
- We have enough to buy some sweets for all, dammit. Let us see Mani and dehacemos of all this junk. Tomé, leave those nasty on the floor, do not want for anything, next time be concerned about catching a knife. Come on, good job.
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