Looking at the list of people booked, I think it was a good team that finally did. Also shows how good we are to our word Good to know in a latter stage perhaps
"You can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk"
She is hiding there somewhere with a camera, right?
Ok, I saunter through the door, with a stern no-nonsense look, with my left hand I wrestle you to the ground, straddle you and tickle you with the flowers I hid in my right hand until you beg me for submission and spill the beans about where Mirodenia is...
When I got that far, I get the Wine bottle smashed over my head from Andreea that was tracing my steps from here to there, thinking I had a secret rendezvous with Miro. When she saw, it was not, it was even worse, a Blonduta from west, she simply lost it.
Miro sneaked out from the hiding place in the wardrobe fetch Andreeas shaking person and her brings the second bottle to the chicken (intra joke) and talks about men in general and pigs in particular.
You tend to my wounds and drag me along for a shower in the streets of Salzburg, since your own plumbing gone stuck waiting to long for a plumber to show up.
Well story ends with Miro explaining facts to Andreea and me forgiving her for having more than friendly feelings towards me and showing her Latina temper.
As for you, well, I find you a handsome plumber, who knows squat about plumbing, but the more about real woman. He is dark, handsome, a seductive accent and most of all, he have no idea why I brought him into this picture.
Barcelona September 2008
There you have the reason I did not talk to much to you ... Did you really read THAT in what I was writingThat’s not arrogance, that is precaution.
The Swedish is a language, not owned by anyone, and if it so were, it would belong to the people in Österbotten.
I sad it was a boring fact. Not sad, irritating or other.
I am a non Spanish in Spain speaking some rubbish sounding Spanish. I live in a glass house.
Now you do the relaxing, girl. I'm fine in that department.