Quien no le conoce, no ha pasado el test.
I pass the test. I will diminish, and go into the West. And remain Galadriel.
En cualquier caso, uno se pregunta qué le llevaría a incendiar el poblado.
Hoy he vagueado un poco. Y me he venido a casa dando raquetazo a las propuestas cañísticas. Tengo una gran fuerza de voluntad. I do.
Y he visto Harold and Kumar.
Diré al respecto que no son dos colgaos ni tampoco están excesivamente fumaos. Es un poco repugnante la peli, pero el momento mapache está bien. Pienso que debería haber un mapache que se lanza al cuello de la gente en todas las películas. De momento tenemos dos. Y Freakshow me ha recordado a Trol #1. Brrr.
Y me voy a ir a la cama.
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night
When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout
Ohh, beautiful baby
My burning desire started on Sunday
Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday
Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch
Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance
If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool
Ohh, beautiful baby
I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday
My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday
Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea
Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me
I shall always watch you until my love runs dry
Ohh, beautiful baby
My heart's a flame, I'll love you till Tuesday
My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday
Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday
Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday
Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday
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