The Art of War

For The Pi The child, invaded with a deadly weapon (the broom or Teflon spatula, either served) territories inespugnablesde mysterious and your home. He raised big barricades with buckets, pillows or chairs to stop the enemy rushes. For some time the battle took a course unknown. Today was the last confrontation, life and death almost walked the same Cornice.It was the day chosen to attack and destroy once and for all the Enemy. Won its fourth in search of allies to help you – Come, follow me. The battle is not lost. We must recover the lost territory, regardless yelled her entourage of stuffed animals succor him in his struggle. He ran from side to side, shouting, jumping. The battlefield had obstacles everywhere. Huge beasts attacked his step-to the spoon! Sultan. We are about to take the enemy camp. Your not going to stop me, you damned scoundrel, “he shouted. Thus, the Grand Warden of the Enemy ran defeated his abode in the garden. “Captain, the right flank attack was going to Grandma’s room has fallen. They call for reinforcements, “snapped a voice” OK, first we must attack the enemy by surprise is in the living room. Tugging Once we go to his aid, “he answered the child. Silently, the squad reached the enemy’s land. The Great Lord Enemy was on his back, carefree, arrogant. It was time to attack was now or never. The boy took courage. ‘Charge! – Cried “Do not move the chair, Guria of shit – that voice yell terrible. “Stay quiet child, do not break the eggs. What do you do perspire so – Calling his mother. – Turn on the TV and let yourself to break my balls! — The boy, his eyes red from repression, she huddled in the living room. She lit the pipe. A violet puppets dance. The enemy was defeated. Note: Click HERE, read a nice Article Ignacio Copani – Special Affects