No more soup for you. Next!
about my father on Saturday at noon.
Argentina was losing the first set 4-0.
final whistle.
End of game.
Geronimo goes to his room.
I follow.
Eu-What?
Gero (crying) - Nothing. Eu-
What Geronimo? You're crying.
Gero-Nothing! We lost!
Eu-Are you crying at the outcome of a football game?
Gero-Andáte! Understand nothing!
Eu-No, Geronimo; you're the one who does not understand anything. You're crying because 11 guys with the shirt of a color play better than 11 types in the shirt of another. I'll tell you one thing. Want to mourn for something? Crying because half the time and that game lasted two thousand people died of hunger. Two thousand people who probably could have been saved with a rather paltry percentage of the money they earn any of these 22 types playing for real porto saint du merde blue or whatever. Cry about it.
Gero-... Eu-
should rethink your priorities.
Minutes later, in the living room. Father
What happens to Gero?
Eu-Nothing. Still found no pornography on the Internet.
Father ... Eu-
Or have some sort of filter installed on your computer? Father
Eh ... no. "Then Eu
discovered pornography on the Internet. Do not worry, after you spend a few links.
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