Saturday, February 19, 2011

Muay Thai Swing Punch Technique

Attenti al Lhupo! ( uno )

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Il mio blog sta per compiere un anno... Tempo di bilanci che non farò, visto che c'è chi ( un mio amico, Lhupo ) si è preso la briga di farli per me, narrando l'avventurosa sortita nel mio regno degli...


                               


            Sgrassatori di blo g   


                                                Lhupo story in 4 episodes



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-Are you sure that this is the right place? There is so dark I do not see a thing. - I said looking around Wolfet, my white-haired assistant.
-I think so sir. However, for security consult paper. - Then he stuck his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a sheet like a treasure map. The unfolded.
bag taken from a small flashlight and display lights that piece of paper. Under the cone of light appeared a well-ordered jumble of signs that, taken together, were similar to a plan of a maze. A red X, located on the north side, reported revenue.
stools circling the light beam at the top, bottom and round, but saw nothing.
-Lord ... I think I saw a reflection. - Wolfet said pointing to a spot on the wall.
I aimed the light in that direction and actually appeared a little flare. I went and I knew that this was due to a little reverb knob. I had no doubts when the top panel of the door, right in the middle, I saw that there was a fire-engraved G.
-We are in the right place. This is the blog that we have to degrease. - I said with a cynical smile.
Wolfet I spent the bag and giving him a pat on the back I said: Next-
my trusted friend, to you the honor of entering first.
He looked at me wrong, but did not say a word. Hesitantly grasped the handle and pushed. The door opened. He tried to light the torch, but froze his action in the bud.
-can be dangerous, better to enter the dark, then if all is quiet we can turn it on. - I whispered.
swore before disappearing swallowed by darkness. Not followed him immediately because, in case something happened, I would have had time to get away. I've never been a brave man.
waited about a minute, then went inside. When you step was hit by a mixture of smells ranging from honey to caramel burned from the armpit sweat of pure Moroccan. This deadly cocktail
took my nostrils, forcing me to breathe through your mouth.
took off from the wall a little box that looked like a Geiger counter, this was nothing but a culturscopio. (To measure the degree of culture of the site). The Turns. An annoying noise, like a fly in love, hovered in the air. With the lighter, with a tiny LED flashlight, I saw the hand of the instrument was stopped up to ninety-nine point five percent. A rate that high culture would kill the average man in ten minutes. I was worried about Wolfet since he was a bit 'below the average.
I was about to call it, when a noise akin to the fall of a tree caught my ears. The echo of that sound had not yet gone to a painful "Fuck that blow," clean as a baby's bottom, scratched space
-What happened to you, Wolfet? - I said advancing in the direction from which he originated the invective. -I must have stumbled on something, sir, but do not know what.

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