Disney High-The good manAlan Candy. That is what his passport said. That is how his students and partners in school called him. That is the name that appeared in his bills. Alan Candy, the teacher of Drama. The kind of man who likes to laugh with no reason, just for the fun; who loved to give everyone lots and lots of candy...He looked himself in the mirror, with the last rays of sun filtering from the blinds as the only illumination of the room. They stopped in a certain part of the shelf, where his old trophies were. Almost all of them were cups for the winner of different competitions of sports car racing. The name that was written on them was not Alan Candy, however. It was Turbo.Yes, those were very nice times...Candy examined his face. He had always had a funny pale skin but some sunbaths made him have a more healthy look. His once yellow teeth were somehow creepy and disgusting, he had to admit it (he never liked brushing his teeth, actually), but a visit to the dentist fixed that. And he
Sobre todo si te la tomas con tres cervezas encima
Por cierto, si me lo permites, me gustaría usarlo como avatar en un foro.