goes without saying that I like. I've always said ad nauseam, that hurts my fingers to write, and repeat as many times as it takes: I love animal documentaries. Yes, to kneel base two or three every day, there seasons of wildebeest leave me by the ears, and this is one of them, so with them I say: I'm up the tabs on the Masai Mara and its inhabitants, I've seen many times how the crocodile right zampa the third wildebeest are the second group, and the narrator has told me many times how he digests, etc., I'm on the verge of naming their intestines. Also, I've discovered is using from time to time the voice of announcer documentary and making comparisons which are sometimes, at least, unfortunate. The other day, for example, they were my sisters and my nephews at home over the bridge of the immaculate creation, how nice it was mentioned that so that our family was like a herd of elephants. And they turned the nose slightly and complained. That if he was calling fat. And no. I said because in my family when we are together the organizational question, the establishment of hierarchies, the division of roles and jobs, is pretty easy. For example, we tend to communize the thing of the puppies, which is convenient and practical. You bring a new bug to the group and all what we take as our own, so you never left unprotected and her mother can relax and unwind. I explained and they were more satisfied even suggested that from now on use another simile like a pack of lions, which are much more graceful and glamorous. Fortunately, I was hoping that opted for the gazelle or something like styling, and I did not want anything because I do not like gazelles and JB also has been less documentary about his life and miracles and I do not know how they work. The elephants on the other hand ... but yeah, okay, I admit that we are more lions. Roared divinely hunt very well, and do not hesitate to lend a hand when it comes to defending our potential aggressors, whoever and wherever they come from. Although they come from the same Moscow, and use heavy weapons such as Irina.
Irina is one of the guiris JB. You know (because I told that if not how) that brings home JB the tourists that most appeal to you or those who think we're going to call us, and takes into account our preferences. For example, Japanese Madagascar brings you constantly, so has the library kesigomus you have, because everyone is presented with a bag and gave it doing a lot of bowing and bowing his head until they are told "enough." A northern Kenya brings preferably Swedish, although any of them speak English better. And I bring home Russian. See that I have said I prefer to bring Russians, but then looks at me and says "yes, mobsters and Yuri" and of course, I have to shut up, because Yuri is very majete and such but it leaves the mob by ears and is a danger you can not see. Romanovna Irina Petrova. The same Moscow. Blonde, eye color unknown but clearly, short but compact, the kind you see them and instinctively gauge the possible damage that you cause if you give a good view of Galla. At first all went well, JB showed him the house and garden, pet animals, admired the view and compared the house with it, briefly, that their level of English is not the highest we've had at home. We managed to accommodate everyone in the room (taking into account that the family were more a friend of Madagascar, the noviete of Kenya, and the brother of noviete, as well as Irina, had merit that we did tetris as apañao on the table) and started to move the dishes and others with the usual bustle and joy. For dessert (desserts, yes, in plural, that there was a variety of sweets) we all went remorse for being a host as detached and began to chat with Irina, or at least try.
- What do you do, Irina? Irina
stared at Be1.
- can not say profession.
- Why??
- Because my profession does not say.
Five minutes before we had a damn what he did know this woman, but with such a statement we all started interesadísimos ramble.
- be a bitch.
All had pointed out several chances but it was Bruno who said what they really were thinking. Irina shook her head. We look at all silent and watched his futile efforts to find the right words. Finally I looked and let go. I was amazed.
- What?? What?? - Missed that JB just ask.
- emmm ... who says he works for the military intelligence.
- Osti! A spy! Irina
nodded his head vigorously.
- Da, da! Spy. "Spy?
Miró teacher looking inquiringly at his approval to this new word, and as JB nodded and repeated it a dozen times.
- Irina spy. Spy. Spy. Spy. Spy. Spy ... perrrrrrro ...
The expectant look. Let's see what let go now, because after saying he was a spy did not seem to have nothing to overcome. But he had, had.
- Perrrrrrrro if you know a spy Irina, Irina must kill you.
We laughed and mouth with small but Irina was stiff as a garlic and serious as could be, or whether it was a joke. Laughter toned down until you drop dead child on the tablecloth, and began to whisper to each other.
- A kill shit. This aunt can between the three. Wow, is that not even half milk. Going to kill her mother because what is here will not touch a hair of one-Be1, which is the half that has no milk, was indignant.
- Man, I do not know, keep in mind that the spies are very well trained. I think even among all from cutting .- Be2, he drew a high Irina two bodies, was much more realistic .- What we do is we should try to make children safe, at least small, the largest that run as they can. We should seek a diversion ...
Children for his part, looked happy and began to make bets on whether we prefer to shoot or break your neck, and in the latter case, if you give time to kill us all or some get away. JB, undeterred, I poured more coffee.
- Women, Irina, is not for that. I believe that change is already talk right?
- Sure! For example ... What does your father?
- Father also spy.
- How nice man, family tradition. And your mother? Do you also spy?
- Mother colonel. But dead.
- Sure, "whispered Madagascar - He learned the profession of the other and apiol. Fixed.
- Okay, so nothing, we ignore the occupations of the family. You can tell ... I do not know ... for example ...
Then the door opened and, to the shock of Irina, Christ came, smiling and with a couple of bottles in their hands. Grateful for the break I got to bring you a chair. Be2 hastened to open the cognac and served us a generous helping of the three.
- Well, what, how were you? Have I interrupted something? - Looked at Irina-Go, a new friend. Who are you? Where? What do you do?
Irina looking Jesus answered so hypnotized Madagascar.
- Irina. Is Russian. It is spyware and kills those who know it is. And men who are teaching the ass for the world as well, torture them first .- It is that Madagascar does not support nude Christ.
Christ smiled more, got up and filled the glass of vodka Irina.
- Do not you see how nice. It is interesting that. Spy. Hey, you gotta tell us in detail. I remember when I was in Moscow ...
Christ stopped talking for a while, attracting the attention of the spy, took time to go Be1 taking children out of the room with the excuse put them on your computer to play Harry Potter. Be2 Madagascar and Laura got to scrub in the kitchen, outside the scope of the potential aggressor, and Kenya, Juan and Jaime took off claiming that they had to study. At the third glass of vodka Irina was so relaxed that even managed to string together short sentences, but do not breathe a sigh of relief until we sang "Black Eyes." When JB finally got into the car to return to the city we realized that he had left a backpack khaki. Be2 took it.
- It weighs a bit.
- Look to see, that just carries a gun.
- Anda ya, so crazy, see if you think it will be launching a cascoporro shots.
- Sure, you like you were mesmerized by teaching the ass, then so quiet, not going to kill you. JB
opened the door shut.
- that Irina has left the backpack. Irina
checked his backpack hanging from the hand of Be2, and gave us a dirty look.
- If you open backpack Irina ... Irina -...
-voceamos kills everyone. He gave us so much laughter to Irina smiled.