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Bueno , bueno familia 3 blogs en un día el Hatrick bloggero ;)

Pero si escribo este blog es por que una persona muy especial se lo merece, claro que si, y esa es Nüü ¡¡ Una gran chica atrapada en un pequeño cuerpo Y UNAS GRANDES TETAS ... pero eso es lo de menos, cuando la conoces bien te das cuenta que su corazon y su cerebro es más grande e importante que sus tetas.
Esta chica es la persona que hizo que me comprase un disco de BFMV y les cojiese más asco...es la persona que en el concierto de BFMV me intentaba parar en los pogos...es tan pequeña ...que no lo conseguía MUAJAJAJAJ.
Y este veranito que viene , ella y su padre ;) van a ser mis acompañantes en el concierto de IRON MAIDEN aunque pasara como este año, ibamos a Slayer y me iba yo por mi lado solito a lo mio. Mientras lo escribo dudo si publicar el blog o no ya que por mucho que ponga y ponga no es suficiente para describir a esta chica pero ella me entenderá y lo apreciará . 

Pue´ eso ninhia que te quiero un huevo enana .
Y ahora dejo un video en honor a ella :

Banda / Artista : Metallica
Nombre de la Cancion : Whiskey In The Jar

Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...
Oh-oh, ya
Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya