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Joso vs. Místaco

After a long time retired from the ring, during which the lack of exercise made him put on 10 kilos, returns to the acativida Joso, which also to have come back to this blog that was drier than the Mummies of Guanajuato (which, incidentally, preserved some pubic hair, and not exactly the most enjoyable to watch after dinner).
mention to how I could have spent these days in Mexico, but as hanging pictures will be slow and expensive procedures to cite only the latest happened to me. It was a dark night (like all others, because so far evening sun does nothing) and two characters walking along San Miguel de Allende how Don Quixote and Sancho Panza in search of exploits. The 3 tacos and donuts eaten during the afternoon were not enough to satisfy the hunger of both individuals, so they decided to venture out to eat tacos, many tacos. After walking a few meters, at number 116 Relox Street, where a sign indicates that the building is sold and no sign indicating the existence of a taco, they decided to storm the building in search of tubers. The friendly waitresses (mother and daughter) have the ring for the first assault, 4 tacos and a coke for everyone. Winners: Ignatius and Joso. Everything seemed fine, but the public (or, to be exact, Ignacio) wanted more, wanted to see chicha. The waitress daughter, a girl very friendly and polite, has the ring for the second round: 2 tacos with cheese, this time more crisp, more flavorful and more oily than the previous. Ignacio boxer, who has achieved numerous successes around the world, just with his two opponents at a time, without giving them the option of withdrawal. The applicant Joso, novice and full operation bikini (better late than never) with just over 100 kilos, is facing the couple sprinkle (if I remember the name, with a sprinkle a taco with cheese). Joso opens the first Pring. Gordo!, It responds. Joso's seasoned with onion, cilantro and some salsa. Joso end with her, or him, or whatever. But there is still the meat sprinkle pastor. Red, greasy, heavy (they're giving me gag just thinking about it) with thousands and thousands of calories waiting to whip the mediocre candidate. Such is the power of this famous cue that is known as Mystic (or Místaco). Joso opens it. The seasoned. Closes. Once bitten. Místaco counterattacks. Joso whips. Joso falters. Lose your balance. His leg is affected. Years ago there was an attack in the middle of the jungle and suffers injuries. But Joso recovers. Back to attack. Bites. Chew. Chew. Chew. And down. Místaco returns to the fray. Flutters like a butterfly. Sting like a bee. The dish is too small. Not for. Joso not see it. And get another spanking. But Desita. Ignacio Joso laughs. Igancio Místaco encouraged. Joso is hurt. That pain turns it into anger. With that anger Místaco curtails life. The swallows. Chew. Chew. Chew. Swap. It's over. Joso wins. But appearances are deceiving. Joso touched. Your stomach does not rough. Few calories here. Other there. A little grease on the other side. The gases accumulate. Joso now struggles with Místaco spirit, a spirit that can take hours to disappear.

¿Will win Joso??

soon on their screens, the answer to this troubling question.

Post sponsored by the taqueria that Jose will open in a few years and it will burn the first day If you hold the original idea of \u200b\u200bTaco Joso (for details consult or wait a few days in this place)


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