Cursed oldman

I´ve got 122 skeletons in the closet. Exactly 122. But all of them properly disposed without leaving a single trace behind. All of them but one.

My own dad. Now the police officers found it. Lab rats crawling around the place, all of them looking for something, anything that can point who is the murderer. Me.

It is just a matter of fucking time before they track me down. Damn it. I was young, barely knew how to clean up my mess. Now I am fucked! God damn it…why that prick lieutnant had to keep digging up the past?! “WE WERE PARTNERS!” Fucking faggot! Damn it!

Now…calm down…I can´t get caught…not now. Not after all my hard work. I´ve got so much to accomplish…they won´t find anything. 13 years had passed! I need to get ready if…

*Phone ringing*

Now what!? God damn…sister…ow gosh…I need to look like…how should I look like? Shaken? Sad? Happy? Damn it…Iwill just wait and hear her voice to know first…how I should act…

– Hello…

– Bro?! Turn on the TV! Channel 7!

– What´s wrong? I was almost sleeping…have to…?

– Just turn the fucking TV ON!

– Ok ok…

Ok, enough already…she sounds more pissed off…guess I will follow her “emotional” lead…

– Oh no…

– Do you see that?! I knew it! I knew father was murdered! They will find him bro! Finally the cocksucker who did that, will have it!

– I…can´t believe it…

– Bro? Are you ok?! Wanna me to go check on you?

– No…I am fine…it´s just…10 years…

– 13…jesus you forgot already?!

That´s called playing dumb sister…

– Well…what now…?

– What now?! Now I will assist the Lieutenant with as many info as possible!

– But…do you think it´s possible after all those years…?

– Hell yeah! We will nail that son-of-a-bitch! Look I will meet with the Lieutenant tomorrow. Discuss some stuff. I will keep you up-to-date on whatever we might discover. Gotta go. Bye!

– Bye…

Now what? My own sister scheduling a personal crusade against me. Alongside her the Lieutenant. Dad former partner. Things couldn´t get worse…

I need to get on that crime scene undetected…and double check for any traces I might have left behind. But…how? That place is crawling with lab rats and officers…damn it…

And all I can think about is those cursed words echoing into my head “You are like me…” from him…why? What´s happening to me? I had never lost control over things like that before…never.

I´ve got a skeleton into my closet…had one…now they had it open…


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Lixo da Vez - Ronaldo o FENOMENO?!

Oi, queria agradecer ao espaço cedido pelo amigo e também entusiasta da copa, Bocadoogro.
Vocês sabem que eu sempre fui brasileiro desde que nasci no Brasil. Gosto muito do brasil e vou curtir muito assistir a copa do meu telão de cinema na minha casa lá na europa.

Mas vim aqui para um assunto mais importante. Essa palhaçada toda de protesto a respeito de usar dinheiro da copa para fazer hospital. Amigo, repito e disse, não se faz copa com hospital! Precisamos de estádio. Esse dinheiro que foi pro estádio não iria para hospital. Se não fosse pela copa o estádio nem o hospital existiria.

Vocês reclamam de hospital, não entendo! Sempre que fico gripado ou preciso de médico o Sírio-Libânes tá lá de boa. Não entendo essas reclamações. Neste ponto eu apoio meu amigo Pelé, grande sábio. Vamos esquecer essas bobeiras e focar na copa.

Grande abraço para vocês, do Ronaldinho Fenômeno.


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