It's a guacamole

Every morning he gets up at 7 a.m., makes an acupuncture for himself and his children, leaves his bed under a blanket, washes his face, eats the kids to taekwondo, starts at 9:40 a.m., then comes home to lunch, he's almost 11.30 a.m., he's almost there to go to the taekwondo, leaves at 12:30 a.m., goes to the house and sleeps with a child of five years old, but he's been protected by me from napping, but he just needs to sleep with him, gets up at 3.30 a.m. to go to chess, at 4:30 a lesson, 6:30 a chess lesson, so I can ride with him, so I can ride with him four times a day, so that I can spend my day in the sun, so I'll on the fire of a man who calls him a tough, a guilla, a golden, a pickle, a winter, a Qua, a Quencou, a little Quibaya, and the top of the city. She wrote the most moving images in the sweat of the rain. Without her, they had no delicious meals and no city to build, but they were also reminded of the heat to prevent heat。