by God in my life, I feel one minute in front of the TV after a day of incessant brooding playground, bath and baby lying dinner, dinner marital all very intense, and I hope in the treasury TV a haven of peace, and I zapping Pa'lante and I compulsively pa'tras qiero die! finally give him a vote of confidence to such a factor x of the balls that I almost collapsed, went into trance. weeping and pataleooooooooooooo! is a death, I CAN NOT!. I am the only one who has ears? I wonder if you hear differently on the set porq jury the 3 dudes are doing little more than palms and weeping before the performance of one Jer, who sings with his feet and have a pint megachunga. This is just one example porq the rest I've seen have been twenty times worse, but God, is that they are too horrible! seriously I Can! and now comes the verdict of the jury and all superenloqecidos there, this is beyond me ....
Oh my mother! and now comes a chick with tutu Serrat Mediterraneo singing! q aberration, if Serrat raise his head was given to the top .... ah, no, q is alive! well, must have died to see this horror ...
