estoy cansada de recibir mails con propagandas de medicamentos para agrandar el pene.
¿por qué quieren hacer sentir a los tipos que su pene es chiquito? fuera de que el pene del recipiente del mail sea pequeño o no, solo que el hecho de que reciban ese mail hace que se lo cuestionen… pobres tipos…
a parte, como si eso tuviera remedio realmente, y pongamos que tiene remedio… ¿van a comprar medicamentos que mary ulterwood, jake hollenback o fulanito equis les quiere vender a través de internet?
o sea, entiendo que un pene chico puede crear desesperación en un tipo, es su amigo, su compadre, su compañero de juerga ¡es el protagonista de la mitad más una de sus anécdotas! pero por favor, todos sabemos que uno: si el tipo tiene un miembro chico, probablemente tenga un cerebro grande (ojo, dije probablemente), con lo cual, no va a ser tan imbécil de comprar pildoritas mágicas a través de internet; y dos: si lo tiene grande, probablemente tenga el cerebro chico (again, probablemente) así que no le va a dar para comprar nada a través de internet…
por otra parte, que ellos se cuestionen el tamaño de su pene nos trae problemas a nosotras… hay que levantar el ánimo del susodicho (el tipo, no el pene)! si es realmente pequeño, hay que convencerlos por horas de que el tamaño no importa, lo que lleva a charlas de horas con nuestras amigas para que ellas nos convenzan a nosotras de que el tamaño no importa, en fin… muchas horas invertidas en hacernos creer algo que, bueno….ya sabemos no es tan así.... pero ese es otro tema…
acá lo que estamos discutiendo no es la importancia del tamaño, sino los mails que venden las pildoritas, concentrémonos por favor.
a parte, y esto va para la gente que manda esos mails, discriminen! ¡soy una chica! no voy a comprarles nada, se imaginan lo ofensivo que sería regalarle a un chongo pildoritas para que agranden su amiguito? “lindo, mira lo que te traje!!” se le achica de la bronca.
no voy a comprar nada, dejen de mandarme mails, no tengo pene y si tuviera uno, sería enorme!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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Thursday, March 13, 2008
you would cry too if it happened to you...
it's my party and i'll cry if i want to
cry if i want to, cry if i want to
you would cry too if it happened to you
nobody knows where my johnny has gone
but judy left the same time
why was he holding her hand
when he's supposed to be mine
it's my party and i'll cry if i want to
cry if i want to, cry if i want to
you would cry too if it happened to you
then all my records keep dancing all night
but leave me alone for a while
'til johnny's dancing with me
i've got no reason to smile
it's my party and i'll cry if i want to
cry if i want to, cry if i want to
you would cry too if it happened to you
judy and johnny just walked thru the door
like a queen with her king
oh what a birthday surprise
judy's wearing his ring
it's my party and i'll cry if i want to
cry if i want to, cry if i want to
you would cry too if it happened to you
oh-oh-oh it's my party and i'll cry if i want to
cry if i want to, cry if i want to.....
one fine day!
por qué no nací para tener 20 años en esa época?
ahh... la discriminación racial, la falta de derechos humanos, el puritanismo....
ok, ok... me quedo con mí epoca
pero por favor!! que linda musica!!!
ahh... la discriminación racial, la falta de derechos humanos, el puritanismo....
ok, ok... me quedo con mí epoca
pero por favor!! que linda musica!!!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
something to think about
imagine a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. but, since it doesn’t carry over a balance from one day to the next, any money you fail to spend today will be deleted from your account.
what would you do? you’d probably draw out every penny, every single day, before closing time. and—if you’re smart—you’d invest some of it for your tomorrows.
each of us has a bank very much like this imaginary one. it’s called time.
every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. every night it writes off, as lost, whatever seconds you’ve failed to use to your advantage. it carries no balance. it permits no overdrafts. if you fail to make full use of the day’s deposit, you lose what you don’t use.
each of us has the same number of seconds to use as we think best, but we don’t all use them to best advantage and we don’t all invest them wisely.
the clock is ticking.
don’t let those precious seconds slip away.
what would you do? you’d probably draw out every penny, every single day, before closing time. and—if you’re smart—you’d invest some of it for your tomorrows.
each of us has a bank very much like this imaginary one. it’s called time.
every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. every night it writes off, as lost, whatever seconds you’ve failed to use to your advantage. it carries no balance. it permits no overdrafts. if you fail to make full use of the day’s deposit, you lose what you don’t use.
each of us has the same number of seconds to use as we think best, but we don’t all use them to best advantage and we don’t all invest them wisely.
the clock is ticking.
don’t let those precious seconds slip away.
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