Adivinanzas Mal Pensadas ~upd~ Today

And the answer wasn't a drum at all. Fin (o principio)

She didn't answer. She couldn't. Because her own mal-pensada notebook was burning a hole in her mattress upstairs, and in it, under the riddle of the drum, she had written his name. adivinanzas mal pensadas

"Tengo cabeza redonda, sin cuello ni nariz. Y si me tocas suave, me pongo muy feliz." And the answer wasn't a drum at all

"No, cabrón," Chucho leaned in. "Una pera en escabeche ." and in it

He smiled. It was the worst smile she had ever seen. "No," he said, stepping closer. "That's what you tell them . But what do you tell me ?"

The problem wasn't the riddles themselves. The problem was that she had started to invent her own.