Arturo Pimple was waiting over a leafy tree that the gorgeous Mrs. Annabelle Churrimongui appeared at the pool. A photo of her in bikini, it will be the salary from a year working hard as a simple waiter in a dirty bar.
He was decided to become paparazzi. His passion for taking photos everywhere and pink magazines had gone deeper in his brain, until the point of waiting with all his soul to become this kind of weird people able to hide no matter where for immortalizing a moment of a fashion life without being discovered. He was tired of being a simple barman in a dirty bar; he knew that something into was calling him for getting a better life.
Mrs. Annabelle was approaching to the pool; he noticed her entering at the pool wearing a pink bathrobe. It was the moment of aiming his camera lens to her hands opening the bathrobe to show her gorgeous breasts, when suddenly a madness squirrel jumped on him scratching his walnut-shaped nose.
You know, if one day you are going to a dirty bar and being served by a barman without nose, don’t ask him about what would be to be the boyfriend of Mrs. Annabelle Churrimongui.