I had the great privilege of having started mixed martial arts education under sensei Cristian Martinez for a bit over two years, which certainly could not be as constant is needed, but who gave me the basis for overcoming today the state of the Mapocho hanta rat, and under the instruction of Paul Max senpai emerge today as a fighter with various possibilities in the areas of fighting and feet in mouth. After this fine introduction to tell you step by train this case, most fellow Culiao think that one is as indestructible steel. To say that a while ago it was common for taxi to go to work and listen to Non-Windows way to Brazil or the Bella weas like "Ahhh, but do not worry goats, what will happen to us if we are to Tita, poh. And under that topic's Culiao became the brave and looked ugly fingers sparkled, working face, stripping the teeth and even rebuked from neo-Nazi thugs Culiao Flaites bloodthirsty up with bazooka, total went with Tita ... Weon certainly have never had a fight and all that have stuck in your life have been lice and scabies.
Without going any further, my friend Panda Human Catapult Take a Conchetumare Roncito or Rummy (childhood nickname), an early triple dared to throw a compliment to a punk Z quietly circulating with 10 Culiao with retractable batons along Alameda Republic, destroying everything in its step. And it happens that while some of them somewhat starved devoured the entrails of a stray dog \u200b\u200balive, moron yells at the only mine that was accompanied by a wea as finite as "Like you frog pacifier, pankekita. "With that, unusually caused the slight annoyance of his teammates, who quickly came to consult" Sorry gentlemen, something happens? ". And good, not for my beautiful and unparalleled courage shown that night for the 3 punkekes who came with his shrink, while I just watched in silence with pitbull face hell to 2 inches of their faces, the Panda Culiao today would probably extinct, with all the manga Advanced Member who accompanied me that day. It is worth noting my other friend Luis Arce who was able to face this time also.
goats also more bites the mussels of the population made myths and conclude summary I would hit that shot and saber, because I would be able to remove them and bury them in the slit. I even doubt that the steel I cut the skin and the bullet passing through my flesh.
these situations are added to the strange ideas of my beloved girlfriend about the elbow in the ribs and kneed in the stomach does not hurt me, not trash me in the bed sleeping, or bend the little finger back. Neither the clubs in the back of my little sister, or even the head piedrazo I threw my son Dante on Saturday, because he saw Goku.
The problem is that if I complain way to be a fag Culiao immediately. "Ahhh, the moron chanta, and practice Anything Goes. "Uyyyy quejoncito fighter." The peeeerra fighter "... and so many other insolent comments. Well, I tell them all they do feel pain and we were excited with movies and songs us gladiators, and now proceed to pop the legs to anyone who thinks I'm a puchinball; cachamales will give my sister a girl and my son choking Dantecito lanyards pah take a little contact with it. To you , my love, I'll make some keys that insurance kamasutra enjoy. Quiet no mah, Ojon.
And watch, I'm not a fighter delicate.
Ossu.
PS: Dedicated to you, crespita rich, who inspired the text.
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