Well, buddy, we' re going this way, see this little story. It' s like anecudotic You know what Don Basilium' s name is. Don Basilio, listen not to Don Basilio, who was an 80- year- old old man. He was visited by people from all over the Galop who friend mainly for the time of November 2, the day of the deceased. Don Basilio, and well- bred and I bring you this little
girl' s tub. You know that my two children are dead and very much liked the pineapple girl and that well, doña pars and it is that they jeno viembre, they will come me with choya and the chan bad already well, already feels good, eh here I send my mom to this bottle of huaro. Now the late Rock was Hillie Chuma' s son kelne together shelo thank you at the Galope, where Don Basipio lived, old bandit. People attributed it to supernatural powers for the November tote, the day of the
disjoints. So they gave things to Don Basilio' s house, mainly from Tobacco Chicha and the War. I loved mascarmen nnca obiliberto yes and also to see war and chicha. Well the days before the November touch was procession of people where Don Basilio told me Basilio, here I bring you the Dados table to play with my late tato. I, of course, son, believe he' s going to come and play the theory that yes, of course. Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you?
Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don Basilio lived at his ranch alone with his only daughter and this one was talking to him. Well tata, and what' s it gonna be with so many things year I asked girl. I ask you to see that here it comes in the already imas on November 2nd and you eat all this up tobacco to everything. There are also a lot of questions, girl, a lot of questions that
you don' t notice every year. Well, what I see every year is a butterfly man who comes here, because I already read and those are the souls of the Pungatory. She' s the same. I don' t think those seal the souls. You see a lot of people made with moonshine you' re gonna shut up or what my mom' s going to do about it. Thank you, son, thank you from Chile, that thank you very much that you are received. Well, you realize my daughter.
Everyone stains for Chuteu, not the Cucurumba. He sent me breasts with Chincopecho. Everyone always sends something here for the dead chul. But tata and why shut up? You shut up that you almost joined the chips and he ' s gonna go tell his mom, you heard, but tata, look at me, why he does all that It' s like why. Well, it' s two in November. It' s like a party for
all the spirits of your day. Well, yeah, they' re happy about what they used to be, because that day they get loose too and come here in the form of Maripolla and Beben, every once in a while boy it' s just that I' ve brought them together that played dice come and play hanc their little stops there until they finally attract beautiful. Those who drank, as they explained to you, stick good retaliates. They also come Drink and those who chew tobacco come and majan and invite me to more
than also what is bad. Ay tata day of these robes and prisoner drunk why. And no one told them to bring me anything, add no, but the good mesta will realize fuel me yes, bojici I am funny the same judge brought me a silver doll, not for me. On board woman who liked toast. That' s how he liked the cooked banana They' re already little javecito. He says they really liked green bananas. Quiet and with shawl with everything to mari tata m I hope it will not go wrong
all one day and I already ton jame daughter. I don' t think he' s quiet when you' re looking for herring We don' t go in there. Well, when November 2nd arrived, Don Basilio' s house was filled with a butterfly man. In fact, Butterfly friends, he himself had been picking up those butterflies during the year. Of course they stood in the things that were lying on the ground, in the candles, on fire, in steps of chich glasses, expensive, tanned, tobacco, eaten.
Anyway, they sat on every friend. People said that they were the souls of st together defiant friends. They did say they were partying. One day he came to visit Don Basilio. Today already, Bajilio, and it ' s true that I can look at my tip Mom. Depending on my world Tata, it depends, depending, depending on what vagina I want to see, because I want to see and I, kochet yours here come and
every year. They come on November 2nd, but done, yes, you have to bring me during the year some little gift for her, for the animes of your side Tata and your dijunta mom, know the thing, non vasi who I would also like to look at my tip sister, already güeño, my son, very good, that you will bring her with gifts the souls of your said an ya mom and you said one that sister well, but if you bring them some little corchita that in life has liked it,
some bagatellita, some gift, a realistic truth, like who said that it is good what you look for if you can get a chaco frijolio, a few dul ties that you have made some quintalito and arro that you like that very much, a little ternerito, a whole little of about seventy books, says that that it drys spicy. The bum arrives, any little thing, little ones, some cuajaditas with smoked chilies, but already if come the animas
here a day I give in November. You' re clear, well, you already have to silver, because clearly empty gift, then clear good. And if, as a matter of fact, they may not have brought him anything, then he does not come, of course they will come to make the souls. If no one brings him anything and anything else, turn him face over there. Vast if you pay for goods if you don' t pay not well. They got bored. I haven' t seen how people come to leave me cocha here, son Ondas, get here. I'
ll bring you this champagne. For my late husband he likes to watch the show Pip with the fallen mucus and all yes, yes, a lot liked to eat Dream Champis, well, gladly. Esthercita, well, it tells me yales a lot I already count, oh, if I realize and I realize well, this end already seeing it here, because ray I say, I will go up something for myself, late tata hears also for me together mam and told me a ta sis, of course I don' t,
but it' s time. Can boy ide oia, already mouth that will see you pro me ba claro, I will also bring something for them, of course yes, of course yes. Mons is not this effect this year that if you bring her to the felipito that I made the pigeon prisoner fell to the so- called felipito. Oh, I' ve got a hell of a luck, I' ve got a slug. I' m lucky that the dijoint pedro j who shot himself, the reflection twenty- two hit
him in the heart and didn' t kill him. Oh, he paid a long time before he died, you lived and kicking the damned man, the nicest and noblest man I' ve ever known this jotembre fart. Well, this year I' m going to put in a rebuttal from where he says how happy and I jib well, I washir work and and and and leave that tata kings. My daughter of nothing is that sometimes I dance the old ones, truth and give me shine of cars of pachado. Don'
t make me quiet. Oh, if we fuck the old half- crazy like Charles plays broom- talking alone here, don' t poop me, don' t poop me. That' s how he cheated on Don Basilo, the poor people. He told me that year he had a bad time with things and friends for several days. Felito was coming to leave him egg he never spun the gileo. Here' s a bath and egg Look for my late mom. Hey tell my late dad too and also me said between
sis okay? Little boy, Don Basilio knows one thing. I want to say come on November 2nd to see my disjunta more also to my disjunta dad, to me said a little sister, it is okay and milestone the gift, yours has to be bigger, because there are three in guño. You could come, you could come. Or not. Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? No, and doing said felipito, he was taking several things to Don Basilio no more nor knew,
Don Basilio and what was waiting for him with felipitos that was nothing. Baboso, Friend, Good morning to Don Basilio, Venw j Chavacho. Every time in Lombingos I don' t see everything elegant. You' re well changed. Here I bring you a masorquita de may for me next to tata very
much liked them. All right, little boy, and all the cute one, we' ll give you your little man, and here I bring you these other little titties for my board, moms that you really liked and didn ' t bring you the cream for the chilotito with the chol Teamry cream with you, you think that' s how you order them. All right, and little boy, maybe we' ll give him a little chilotito just fine.
Okay And don' t forget that there. I come here on November he hears to be with you and then, let' s say talk to my mom and he told me a totata and told me a little termanite. Yes, yes, of course I do, of course I do. That November 2nd was the same thing as a friend. The floor of Don Basilio ' s room was full of things and thousands of butterflies were flying through it next to him was felipito asking me to hear the basil and then tomorrow this
fuss what fails him, to stop explaining me. I' ve got a tone on my head. I heard myself about that evil has its remedy. You know something. I' d like to know that all these faggots I see there' s a pussy that a lot. Ah, these are a long way off. No, I' m not I' m not I ' m not I' m sorry I' m sorry Your mother' s flying well. That' s why I respect her Listen to me Which butterfly is my late mother' s file. Let me see I went to give my video that called Maria minor to her bold. I think that' s
because she was a doña chuchon that year. Not your mom, that' s the red paint. It' s your pussy mom who' s cute here is my mommy, that butterfly, she saw a very pretty ornament on the list. Right now see how beautiful your mom was and say and me ' s next to tatas pale good, the chat to see, let me see what is the ugliest and stories. See, it' s that black one See, that black one that' s there It' s not the mother It' s not the mother It' s painous No, no,
it' s not your dad It' s not your dad Rosie. Yeah, you see, listen to me from my little sister' s board, let me see your little sister, I saw her around here who' s already going to rebolo ten years and let me have a lot of little girls. That look, that chotallanta, that little chotilla that' s right there watching, dude, my tata, my mom, my little fucking sister over
there is flying. My mom Talen' s gonna keep going. She' s going to Vinguila because my little mother and I don' t get five, the five little tullitas hear me cho and my tata goes after her and my little sister also how cute I' m going to follow her I' m going to follow her. The three bad- wives went out into the runner friend and felipito strategy, but suddenly felipito got furious on radio nico, took a shotgun that was out there flying and started shooting. He fired three
shots. Good bey or, you killed the donkey, you killed the duck and you killed the best chicken. What a child, what a barbarity did you see what you did now? What was it that were shot good that what felipito kills the donkey, that duck and the hen, why did you do it? The devil' s felipite. Oh, there was one thing, what a straw. I killed her because she had something killer mo you
know a goose goose. He swallowed my late mom and that duck. I have heard, for he swallowed my jun to tata my God and the Jewish donkey that is there. Be to all my small, poor sister, your mother, your father and the manist, say the morning of the borro, your little sister with the duck' s hand, your dad and your maña of the chicken that you are going to shear stupid horse, get out of here, since I' m going everything and I' m going to make you listen. No. No. Don' t you? Don' t
you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? No. Of course, the three butterflies were flying, mate. One stood on the ground and the hen got fed up, another laughed and the duck got fed up too, and the other stood on the zacate in the manger of the donkey that was yawning and was also fed up. Then Felipit killed the donkey, the yard and the chicken. That year I weep, Don Bacillo, Nigo is his drunkenness. I was crying, I' m gonna go down, but Jimmy, better be
the donkey. I want you to bowl at my rock paw I already told you the best draft in this town. Felipito, the animal I had fucked up and to see word that I was fucked this year by the already a little egg that I drink in the year killed me three years and we evil or not real good, at least that year otagos an evil. Don Basilo, Willy Merto' s real mico. You don' t want to see the soul still following the story, Don Basilio, okay, because there we see ourselves libando