.Se llego el fin de semana, los plebes andan pisteando, en su trocona equis-5, las morritas controlando, con sus escuadras fajadas, y con escolta privada, y la naris bien polveada, van con rumbo al Nuevo Altata. La banda ya los espera, de piña es la lavada, y cartones de Buchannas, las morras aceler.
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