I wanted to begin by describing the evening of the carnival (which for me was Saturday, February 2 and Sunday) but then I got distracted ... I looked a bit 'around ... and I saw the red nail polish that I had given my cousin for Christmas, and so I put me, and now I'm writing ... there can imagine what fun! I look like a spider with the tips of the legs all red zompetta at random on the keyboard, even a little 'suck. It seems like a splatter scene, but no. However my
Carnival was fun, but that night I had her nails red. We started, me and my friends, dressed as Grease, you know gonnone females with large and fluffy, and males with leather jackets and pants close, then we realized that none of the three girls had a nice gonnona but something more than a fluted type sad collegial style and to dance with the leather jacket is like going to sea with a ski suit. So we arranged. Well, my friend seemed to spring Barbie, dressed in pink and flowers, the other Barbie Sport, with the red shirt and handkerchief to his throat as if it was just out of the tennis court, and I, all in black, I looked like Barbie gravedigger. I mean even the shadow of Grease. It 'also true that there were those who were dressed worse than us, like all men who bring out the woman who was manifested in their sequined dresses and adjoining parcel, or the guy who was masked from "I just got out of the shower" with bathrobe, flip flops and shaving foam. Maybe I was unleashed on the Dancefloor too cold and then I took the exit, put then advancing age, the fact is that I found myself on Monday morning with sciatica in his right leg and now also a tear in the back. AND 'creature of the night that was in me is retired, ihihi.
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