Friends of Evaristo Perez have visited our house today. We came back from a lovely afternoon and a big Indian buffet just to found the house upside down, both doors broken and Sami asking for his food. Minus computers. Minus all the cash and all the goodies they could find.
It doesn't feel nice. Who are these people? Do they not know they are going to rot in hell for being so naughty?
4 comments:
agh, guacala. Caramba. jijos de la ch no se vale. Desde acá mi más sentido pésame, a ti y al Colin, claro y al Sami.
oh no! I'm so sorry for you. One feels invaded far beyond the walls of ones house.
Jijos de su punky brewster. Mis simpatías y mejores deseos hasta allá.
gracias chicos, gracias. A una semana, la pesadilla parece bastante lejana.
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