What da hell?

Well, it seems that this is the end, and my only friend is the end. Writing blogs was a very curious experience; it was very fun because I wrote things that made me laugh, at the same time I wrote these things using my institutional mail, which was made directly by the evil workers of the black tower known as tower fifteen.

 Sometimes I ask myself if this is going to bring me some problems in the future, maybe a I will be a serious person that doesn’t make jokes of everything and then someone will find my blogs and use this to threat my family. But in that moments I remember that I will not have a family because I will be playing videogames in my skyscraper whit money, yachts and bitches.

 In that future I will remember this blogs as wasted time that I should have never spent this way. NO! NO! Only joking, this was a very wonderful time dear professor because I had classes whit a man called Alvaro and that means a lot.

The last blog is like the last episode of a television serie that we don’t understood totally because It has no subtitles, but something a will always remember is that in English we don’t say “que chucha” but we say what da hell

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