Un gitano que le toca la loteria y se compra un pedazo de BMW que
te cagas.
Va el gitano y lo lleva a una tienda de tunning y le dice al notas:
- Payo,quero que me pongás el mejó dvd qu'aiga, el mejó iquipo de
sonido, tós los cristales nejros, luces por tós los laos, techo solar,
las yantas mas grandes qu'aiga y las gomas mas grandes que se poan
poñé. Tamén quero que me lo tapice en pier de aleopardo. Y p'acabá
quero qu'enel cristal d'atras una pegata que ponga : GITANEER.
A esto que el de la tienda se le queda mirando y le dice:
- Mira, yo te puedo meter todo lo que pides, pero ¿para que quieres una
pegatina que ponga GITANEER?
A esto que le contesta el gitano:
- ¿GITANEER? ¡Hay me maaateeeen! ¿Pos no ponéis TAMBIEN vusotros PAYONEER?
Greetings and salutations, to you, True Believer. This Blog is dedicated to any and many kind of jokes, anecdotes, gags, gibes, pranks or whatever. Feel Free to comment. ENJOY!
10 January, 2006
25 December, 2005
Funny English Mistranslations
In a Tokyo Hotel: Is forbitten to steal hotel towels please. If you are not person to do such thing is please not to read notis.
In another Japanese hotel room: Please to bathe inside the tub.
In a Bucharest hotel lobby: The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.
In a Leipzig elevator: Do not enter the lift backwards, and only when lit up.
In a Belgrade hotel elevator: To move the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national order.
In a Paris hotel elevator: Please leave your values at the front desk.
In a hotel in Athens: Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11 A.M. daily.
In a Yugoslavian hotel: The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the job of the chambermaid.
In a Japanese hotel: You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.
In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox monastery: You are welcome to visit the cemetery where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except Thursday.
In an Austrian hotel catering to skiers: Not to perambulate the corridors in the hours of repose in the boots of ascension.
On the menu of a Swiss restaurant: Our wines leave you nothing to hope for.
On the menu of a Polish hotel: Salad a firm's own make; limpid red beet soup with cheesy dumplings in the form of a finger; roasted duck let loose; beef rashers beaten up in the country people's fashion.
In a Hong Kong supermarket: For your convenience, we recommend courteous, efficient self-service.
Outside a Hong Kong tailor shop: Ladies may have a fit upstairs.
In a Rhodes tailor shop: Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute customers in strict rotation.
Similarly, from the Soviet Weekly: There will be a Moscow Exhibition of Aets by 15,000 Soviet Republic painters and sculptors. These were executed over the past two years.
In an East African newspaper: A new swimming pool is rapidly taking shape since the contractors have thrown in the bulk of their workers.
In a Vienna hotel: In case of fire, do your utmost to alarm the hotel porter.
A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest: It is strictly forbidden on our black forest camping site that people of different sex, for instance, men and women, live together in one tent unless they are married with each other for that purpose.
In a Zurich hotel: Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be used for this purpose.
In an advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist: Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists.
A translated sentence from a Russian chess book: A lot of water has been passed under the bridge since this variation has been played.
In a Rome laundry: Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time.
In a Czechoslovakian tourist agency: Take one of our horse-driven city tours -- we guarantee no miscarriages.
Advertisement for donkey rides in Thailand: Would you like to ride on your own ass?
On the faucet in a Finnish washroom: To stop the drip, turn cock to right.
In the window of a Swedish furrier: Fur coats made for ladies from their own skin.
On the box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong: Guaranteed to work throughout its useful life.
Detour sign in Kyushi, Japan: Stop: Drive Sideways.
In a Swiss mountain inn: Special today -- no ice cream.
In a Bangkok temple: It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner if dressed as a man.
In a Tokyo bar: Special cocktails for the ladies with nuts.
In a Copenhagen airline ticket office: We take your bags and send them in all directions.
On the door of a Moscow hotel room: If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it.
In a Norwegian cocktail lounge: Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.
At a Budapest zoo: Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.
In the office of a Roman doctor: Specialist in women and other diseases.
In an Acapulco hotel: The manager has personally passed all the water served here.
In a Tokyo shop: Our nylons cost more than common, but you'll find they are best in the long run.
From a Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner:
Cooles and Heates:
If you want just condition of warm in your room, please control yourself.
From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo: When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle him with vigor.
Two signs from a Majorcan shop entrance:
- English well talking.
- Here speeching American.
In another Japanese hotel room: Please to bathe inside the tub.
In a Bucharest hotel lobby: The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.
In a Leipzig elevator: Do not enter the lift backwards, and only when lit up.
In a Belgrade hotel elevator: To move the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national order.
In a Paris hotel elevator: Please leave your values at the front desk.
In a hotel in Athens: Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11 A.M. daily.
In a Yugoslavian hotel: The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the job of the chambermaid.
In a Japanese hotel: You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.
In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox monastery: You are welcome to visit the cemetery where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except Thursday.
In an Austrian hotel catering to skiers: Not to perambulate the corridors in the hours of repose in the boots of ascension.
On the menu of a Swiss restaurant: Our wines leave you nothing to hope for.
On the menu of a Polish hotel: Salad a firm's own make; limpid red beet soup with cheesy dumplings in the form of a finger; roasted duck let loose; beef rashers beaten up in the country people's fashion.
In a Hong Kong supermarket: For your convenience, we recommend courteous, efficient self-service.
Outside a Hong Kong tailor shop: Ladies may have a fit upstairs.
In a Rhodes tailor shop: Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute customers in strict rotation.
Similarly, from the Soviet Weekly: There will be a Moscow Exhibition of Aets by 15,000 Soviet Republic painters and sculptors. These were executed over the past two years.
In an East African newspaper: A new swimming pool is rapidly taking shape since the contractors have thrown in the bulk of their workers.
In a Vienna hotel: In case of fire, do your utmost to alarm the hotel porter.
A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest: It is strictly forbidden on our black forest camping site that people of different sex, for instance, men and women, live together in one tent unless they are married with each other for that purpose.
In a Zurich hotel: Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be used for this purpose.
In an advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist: Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists.
A translated sentence from a Russian chess book: A lot of water has been passed under the bridge since this variation has been played.
In a Rome laundry: Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time.
In a Czechoslovakian tourist agency: Take one of our horse-driven city tours -- we guarantee no miscarriages.
Advertisement for donkey rides in Thailand: Would you like to ride on your own ass?
On the faucet in a Finnish washroom: To stop the drip, turn cock to right.
In the window of a Swedish furrier: Fur coats made for ladies from their own skin.
On the box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong: Guaranteed to work throughout its useful life.
Detour sign in Kyushi, Japan: Stop: Drive Sideways.
In a Swiss mountain inn: Special today -- no ice cream.
In a Bangkok temple: It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner if dressed as a man.
In a Tokyo bar: Special cocktails for the ladies with nuts.
In a Copenhagen airline ticket office: We take your bags and send them in all directions.
On the door of a Moscow hotel room: If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it.
In a Norwegian cocktail lounge: Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.
At a Budapest zoo: Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.
In the office of a Roman doctor: Specialist in women and other diseases.
In an Acapulco hotel: The manager has personally passed all the water served here.
In a Tokyo shop: Our nylons cost more than common, but you'll find they are best in the long run.
From a Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner:
Cooles and Heates:
If you want just condition of warm in your room, please control yourself.
From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo: When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle him with vigor.
Two signs from a Majorcan shop entrance:
- English well talking.
- Here speeching American.
The Top 15 Chinese Translations of English Movie Titles
15> "Pretty Woman" - "I Will Marry a Prostitute to Save Money"
14> "Face/Off" - "Who Is Face Belonging To? I Kill You Again, Harder!"
13> "Leaving Las Vegas" - "I'm Drunk And You're a Prostitute"
12> "Interview With The Vampire" - "So, You Are a Lawyer?"
11> "The Piano" - "Ungrateful Adulteress! I Chop Off Your Finger!"
10> "My Best Friend's Wedding" - "Help! My Pretend Boyfriend Is Gay!"
9> "George of the Jungle" - "Big Dumb Monkey-Man Keeps Whacking Tree With Genitals"
8> "Scent of a Woman" - "Great Buddha! I Can Smell You From Afar! Take a Bath, Will You?!"
7> "Love, Valour, Compassion!" - "I Am That Guy From Seinfeld So It's Acceptable for Straight People to Enjoy This Gay Movie"
6> "Babe" - "The Happy Dumpling-to-be Who Talks And Solves Agricultural Problems"
5> "Twister" - "Run! Ruuunnnn! Cloudzillaaaaa!"
4> "Field of Dreams" - "Imaginary Dead Baseball Players Live in My Cornfield"
3> "Barb Wire" - "Delicate Orbs of Womanhood Bigger Than Your Head Can Hurt You"
2> "Batman & Robin" - "Come to My Cave and Wear This Rubber Codpiece, Cute Boy"
and the Number 1 Chinese Translation of an English Movie Title...
1> "The Crying Game" - "Oh No! My Girlfriend Has a Penis!"
14> "Face/Off" - "Who Is Face Belonging To? I Kill You Again, Harder!"
13> "Leaving Las Vegas" - "I'm Drunk And You're a Prostitute"
12> "Interview With The Vampire" - "So, You Are a Lawyer?"
11> "The Piano" - "Ungrateful Adulteress! I Chop Off Your Finger!"
10> "My Best Friend's Wedding" - "Help! My Pretend Boyfriend Is Gay!"
9> "George of the Jungle" - "Big Dumb Monkey-Man Keeps Whacking Tree With Genitals"
8> "Scent of a Woman" - "Great Buddha! I Can Smell You From Afar! Take a Bath, Will You?!"
7> "Love, Valour, Compassion!" - "I Am That Guy From Seinfeld So It's Acceptable for Straight People to Enjoy This Gay Movie"
6> "Babe" - "The Happy Dumpling-to-be Who Talks And Solves Agricultural Problems"
5> "Twister" - "Run! Ruuunnnn! Cloudzillaaaaa!"
4> "Field of Dreams" - "Imaginary Dead Baseball Players Live in My Cornfield"
3> "Barb Wire" - "Delicate Orbs of Womanhood Bigger Than Your Head Can Hurt You"
2> "Batman & Robin" - "Come to My Cave and Wear This Rubber Codpiece, Cute Boy"
and the Number 1 Chinese Translation of an English Movie Title...
1> "The Crying Game" - "Oh No! My Girlfriend Has a Penis!"
23 December, 2005
Why Women Would Love Being Santa Claus
1. You'd never be expected to make the coffee.
2. There'd be no more early morning decisions about what to wear to the
office.
3. You could grow a gut the size of Guam and consider it a job requirement.
4. Buy one big black belt and you'd be accessorized for life.
5. There'd be no reason to have your colors done.
6. Everyone would be extremely nice to you, even if you weren't.
7. Should people suggest your belly jiggled...when you laughed...like a
bowlful of jelly, you could hit them with your purse.
8. You'd always work in sensible footwear.
9. There'd be no need to play office politics; a hearty ho-ho-ho would
remind everyone who's boss.
10. You wouldn't need to buy an expensive briefcase.
11. No one would dare ask for a ride to work.
12. You'd never again have to wear pantyhose or worry about your slip
showing.
13. No more trips to the vending machine...you'd just snack on milk and
cookies all day.
14. You'd never be asked to take an early retirement package.
15. Juggling work and family would be a breeze because your children would
adore you; even your teen-agers would want to sit in your lap.
16. You'd be guaranteed the best chair in the office.
17. Age discrimination wouldn't be an issue.
18. You'd never grab the wrong coat on your way out the door.
19. No one would ask to see your job description.
20. Your co-workers would be on notice that they'd better not pout.
2. There'd be no more early morning decisions about what to wear to the
office.
3. You could grow a gut the size of Guam and consider it a job requirement.
4. Buy one big black belt and you'd be accessorized for life.
5. There'd be no reason to have your colors done.
6. Everyone would be extremely nice to you, even if you weren't.
7. Should people suggest your belly jiggled...when you laughed...like a
bowlful of jelly, you could hit them with your purse.
8. You'd always work in sensible footwear.
9. There'd be no need to play office politics; a hearty ho-ho-ho would
remind everyone who's boss.
10. You wouldn't need to buy an expensive briefcase.
11. No one would dare ask for a ride to work.
12. You'd never again have to wear pantyhose or worry about your slip
showing.
13. No more trips to the vending machine...you'd just snack on milk and
cookies all day.
14. You'd never be asked to take an early retirement package.
15. Juggling work and family would be a breeze because your children would
adore you; even your teen-agers would want to sit in your lap.
16. You'd be guaranteed the best chair in the office.
17. Age discrimination wouldn't be an issue.
18. You'd never grab the wrong coat on your way out the door.
19. No one would ask to see your job description.
20. Your co-workers would be on notice that they'd better not pout.
The Top 15 Reindeer Games
15. Strip poker with Santa's granddaughter
14. Attach the Mistletoe to Santa's Ass
13. Spin the Salt Lick
12. Crapping down the chimneys of non-believers
11. Moose or Dare
10. Flying into the "No Fly Zone" over Iraq just to watch Saddam do a slow
burn and Santa dampen his Depends
9. Bait-and-Shoot Elmo
8. The Annual Turn-Frosty-Yellow-from-50-Paces Contest
7. Scare the Holy Crap Out of the Airline Pilot
6. Convince the Elves to Eat "Raisinets"
5. Pin the Tail on Santa's Big Fat Animal-Abusing Ass
4. Hide the Venison Sausage with Vixen
3. Elf Tossing
2. Sniff the Tail on the Donkey
and the Number 1 Reindeer Game...
1. The "Rudolph the Shitfaced Reindeer" Drinking Game
14. Attach the Mistletoe to Santa's Ass
13. Spin the Salt Lick
12. Crapping down the chimneys of non-believers
11. Moose or Dare
10. Flying into the "No Fly Zone" over Iraq just to watch Saddam do a slow
burn and Santa dampen his Depends
9. Bait-and-Shoot Elmo
8. The Annual Turn-Frosty-Yellow-from-50-Paces Contest
7. Scare the Holy Crap Out of the Airline Pilot
6. Convince the Elves to Eat "Raisinets"
5. Pin the Tail on Santa's Big Fat Animal-Abusing Ass
4. Hide the Venison Sausage with Vixen
3. Elf Tossing
2. Sniff the Tail on the Donkey
and the Number 1 Reindeer Game...
1. The "Rudolph the Shitfaced Reindeer" Drinking Game
ST:TNG NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ship
Not a circuit was buzzing, not one microchip;
The phasers were hung in the arm'ry securely,
In hope that no aliens would get up early.
The crewmen were nestled all snug in their bunks
(Except for the few who were partying drunks);
And Picard in his nightshirt and Bev in her lace,
Had just settled down for a neat face-to-face.
When out in the halls there arose such a racket,
That we leapt from our beds, pulling on pants and jacket.
Away to the lifts we all shot like a gun,
Leapt into the cars and yelled loudly, "Deck One!"
The bridge Red-Alert lights, which flashed through the din,
Gave a luster of Hades to objects within.
When, what, on the viewscreen, should our eyes behold,
But a weird kind of sleigh, and some geek who looked old.
But the glint in his eyes was so strange and askew,
That we knew in a moment it had to be Q.
His sleigh grew larger as closer he came.
Then he zapped on the bridge and addressed us by name;
"It's Riker! It's Data! It's Worf and Jean-Luc!
It's Geordi! And Wesley, the genetic fluke!
To the top of the bridge, to the top of the hall!
Now float away, float away, float away all!"
As leaves in autumn are whisked off the street,
So the floor of the bridge came away from our feet,
And up the ceiling our bodies they flew,
As the captain called out, "What the hell is this Q?!"
The prankster just laughed and expanded his grin,
And, snapping his fingers, he vanished again.
As we took in our plight and were looking around,
The spell was removed, and we crashed to the ground.
The Q, dressed in fur from his head to his toe,
Appeared once again to continue the show.
"That's enough!" cried the captain, "You'll stop this at once!"
And Riker said, "Worf! Take your aim at this dunce!"
"I'm deeply offended, Jean-Luc," replied Q.
"I just wanted to spend Christmas with you."
As we scoffed at his words, he produced a large sack.
He dumped out the contents, and took a step back.
"I've brought gifts," he said, "just to show I'm sincere.
There's something delightful for everyone here."
He sat on the floor and dug into the pile,
And handed out gifts with his most charming smile.
"For Counselor Troi, there's no need to explain,
Here's Tylenol-Beta for all of your pain.
For Worf I've got mints as his breath's not too great,
And for Geordi LaForge, an inflatable date.
For Wesley, some hormones, and Clearasil-Plus:
For Data, a joke book; for Riker, a truss.
For Beverly Crusher, there's sleek lingerie,
And for Jean-Luc, the thrill of seeing her that way."
Then he sprang to his feet with that grin on his face,
And, clapping his hands, disappeared into space.
But we heard him exclaim as he dwindled from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good flight!"
Not a circuit was buzzing, not one microchip;
The phasers were hung in the arm'ry securely,
In hope that no aliens would get up early.
The crewmen were nestled all snug in their bunks
(Except for the few who were partying drunks);
And Picard in his nightshirt and Bev in her lace,
Had just settled down for a neat face-to-face.
When out in the halls there arose such a racket,
That we leapt from our beds, pulling on pants and jacket.
Away to the lifts we all shot like a gun,
Leapt into the cars and yelled loudly, "Deck One!"
The bridge Red-Alert lights, which flashed through the din,
Gave a luster of Hades to objects within.
When, what, on the viewscreen, should our eyes behold,
But a weird kind of sleigh, and some geek who looked old.
But the glint in his eyes was so strange and askew,
That we knew in a moment it had to be Q.
His sleigh grew larger as closer he came.
Then he zapped on the bridge and addressed us by name;
"It's Riker! It's Data! It's Worf and Jean-Luc!
It's Geordi! And Wesley, the genetic fluke!
To the top of the bridge, to the top of the hall!
Now float away, float away, float away all!"
As leaves in autumn are whisked off the street,
So the floor of the bridge came away from our feet,
And up the ceiling our bodies they flew,
As the captain called out, "What the hell is this Q?!"
The prankster just laughed and expanded his grin,
And, snapping his fingers, he vanished again.
As we took in our plight and were looking around,
The spell was removed, and we crashed to the ground.
The Q, dressed in fur from his head to his toe,
Appeared once again to continue the show.
"That's enough!" cried the captain, "You'll stop this at once!"
And Riker said, "Worf! Take your aim at this dunce!"
"I'm deeply offended, Jean-Luc," replied Q.
"I just wanted to spend Christmas with you."
As we scoffed at his words, he produced a large sack.
He dumped out the contents, and took a step back.
"I've brought gifts," he said, "just to show I'm sincere.
There's something delightful for everyone here."
He sat on the floor and dug into the pile,
And handed out gifts with his most charming smile.
"For Counselor Troi, there's no need to explain,
Here's Tylenol-Beta for all of your pain.
For Worf I've got mints as his breath's not too great,
And for Geordi LaForge, an inflatable date.
For Wesley, some hormones, and Clearasil-Plus:
For Data, a joke book; for Riker, a truss.
For Beverly Crusher, there's sleek lingerie,
And for Jean-Luc, the thrill of seeing her that way."
Then he sprang to his feet with that grin on his face,
And, clapping his hands, disappeared into space.
But we heard him exclaim as he dwindled from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good flight!"
20 December, 2005
Dios es Sabio sobre todas las cosas

En el Reino de los Cielos, Dios estuvo ausente durante seis días.
El Arcángel San Miguel, de repente, lo encuentra descansando al
séptimo día y le pregunta a Dios: ¿Dónde has estado? Dios, mostrando
una sonrisa de gran satisfacción y apuntando con el dedo hacia abajo a
través de las nubes, le dice: Mira, Miguel; mira lo que he creado.
El Arcángel, confundido, mira y dice: ¿Qué es eso?
Es un Planeta , le responde Dios. Y he puesto vida en él. Le llamaré Tierra. Y
será un sitio donde todo estará equilibrado.
¿Equilibrado?, pregunta Miguel todavía confuso.
Dios le explicó, apuntando a las diferentes partes de la Tierra: Mira, por ejemplo, Europa del Norte será un lugar de grandes oportunidades y riqueza mientras que el Sur
será mas pobre; el Oriente Medio será una zona caliente. Por aquí he
puesto un continente gente blanca, y por aquí he puesto uno de
gente negra. Dios continuó apuntando a los diferentes paises. Éste
otro será extremadamente árido y cálido mientras que éste será frio y
cubierto de hielo.
El Arcángel estaba impresionado con el trabajo de
Dios. Entonces apuntó hacia una pequeña masa de tierra: ¿Qué es
esto? pregunto
¡Ah!, dijo Dios. Eso es España y allí, MADRID :el
sitio más glorioso de la Tierra. Tiene bellos pinares, bonitos
montes y atardeceres apacibles. Las gentes de MADRID serán
modestos,inteligentes y de buen humor y los verán viajando por todo el
mundo.
Serán extremadamente sociables, trabajadores incansables y
ganadores. Serán conocidos por el mundo como gente inigualable.
Miguel estaba anonadado por tanta maravilla y bondad, y exclamó:
¿Qué hay del equilibrio, Dios? ¡Dijiste que todo estaba
equilibrado!
Dios, sabiamente, le respondió: Espera que veas la cantidad de
gilipollas que he puesto en BARCELONA!!!
01 December, 2005
Rowdies buzz off as the Mosquito bites
THOUGH he did not know it at the time, the idea came to Howard Stapleton when he was 12 and visiting a London factory with his father.
He could not bear the noise from high-frequency welding equipment, but the workers didn't hear a thing.
Now 39, Mr Stapleton has taken the lesson he learned that day — that children can hear sounds at higher frequencies than adults can — to make a device that he hopes will solve the problem of obstreperous teenagers who hang around outside shops and cause trouble.
The device, called the Mosquito ("It's small and annoying," Mr Stapleton said), emits a high-frequency pulsing sound that he claims can be heard by most people younger than 20 and almost no one older than 30. The sound is designed to so irritate young people that after several minutes, they cannot stand it and go away.
So far, the Mosquito has been road-tested in only one place, at the entrance to a convenience store in the town of Barry, South Wales. Surly teenagers used to plant themselves just outside the door, smoking, drinking, swearing at customers and making disruptive forays inside.
Robert Gough, who owns the store with his parents, said the youths would sometimes fight, steal and assault staff. Last month, Mr Stapleton gave him a Mosquito for a free trial. The results were almost instant. It was as if someone had used anti-teenager spray around the entrance. Where youths used to congregate, now there is no one.
At first, members of the usual crowd repeatedly went inside the store with their fingers in their ears and "begging me to turn it off", Mr Gough said. But he held firm and avoided possible confrontations: "I told them it was to keep birds away because of the bird flu epidemic."
Mr Stapleton, a security consultant, used his children as guinea pigs, trying different noise and frequency levels before settling on a pulsating tone he said was more unbearable, and which can be broadcast at 75 decibels, within government safety limits.
"I didn't want to make it hurt. It just has to nag at them," he said.
"It's very difficult to shoplift when you have your fingers in your ears."
NEW YORK TIMES
He could not bear the noise from high-frequency welding equipment, but the workers didn't hear a thing.
Now 39, Mr Stapleton has taken the lesson he learned that day — that children can hear sounds at higher frequencies than adults can — to make a device that he hopes will solve the problem of obstreperous teenagers who hang around outside shops and cause trouble.
The device, called the Mosquito ("It's small and annoying," Mr Stapleton said), emits a high-frequency pulsing sound that he claims can be heard by most people younger than 20 and almost no one older than 30. The sound is designed to so irritate young people that after several minutes, they cannot stand it and go away.
So far, the Mosquito has been road-tested in only one place, at the entrance to a convenience store in the town of Barry, South Wales. Surly teenagers used to plant themselves just outside the door, smoking, drinking, swearing at customers and making disruptive forays inside.
Robert Gough, who owns the store with his parents, said the youths would sometimes fight, steal and assault staff. Last month, Mr Stapleton gave him a Mosquito for a free trial. The results were almost instant. It was as if someone had used anti-teenager spray around the entrance. Where youths used to congregate, now there is no one.
At first, members of the usual crowd repeatedly went inside the store with their fingers in their ears and "begging me to turn it off", Mr Gough said. But he held firm and avoided possible confrontations: "I told them it was to keep birds away because of the bird flu epidemic."
Mr Stapleton, a security consultant, used his children as guinea pigs, trying different noise and frequency levels before settling on a pulsating tone he said was more unbearable, and which can be broadcast at 75 decibels, within government safety limits.
"I didn't want to make it hurt. It just has to nag at them," he said.
"It's very difficult to shoplift when you have your fingers in your ears."
NEW YORK TIMES
26 November, 2005
White Day
Campaña 18 de diciembre
Cada 14 de Febrero los hombres tienen la oportunidad de
demostrar su amor a su media naranja ofreciendo flores, chocolates,
cenas románticas, películas de amor o todo lo que una mujer
puede encontrar romántico.
Para los tíos.... nada. Hay que admitirlo; no hay ningún
día especial donde las mujeres pueden demostrar su aprecio.
Por eso se ha creado una nueva fiesta:
El 18 de diciembre, es ahora oficialmente el día de:
CHULETÓN Y MAMADA
Simple, eficaz y explícito .... este día ha sido creado
para que las mujeres puedan demostrar su amor por el hombre de su
vida.
Nada de cartas, ni de flores, ni noche especial en la ciudad,ni
baile sudamericano ... es muy simple,un buen chuletón y una buena mamada.
Eso es todo!
Estos días combinados, San Valentín y el día de Chuletón y
Mamada nos van llevar a una nueva era de amor donde todos los hombres se esforzaran para hacer del Día de San Valentín una día inolvidable, ...para asegurarse un buen día de 18 diciembre ....
La idea, está lanzada y como todas las ideas nuevas hay
que hacerlo circular para crear un efecto de bola de nieve,
así que hacedlo circular a ver si hacemos crecer el amor
y la paz en este mundo de locos.
Además, al no ser una celebración auspiciada por
multinacionales, ni por grandes superficies comerciales
a fin de incrementar sus ventas,no deberían producirse
reticencias, aunque todos conocemos a las mujeres...
No esperes más. Reenvía este mensaje a toda tu lista de
contactos.
POR EL 18 DE DICIEMBRE!!!!
>------------------------------------------------------------------------
Como puedes imaginar, he reaccionado con indignación
ante semejante barbaridad:
He respondido de inmediato lo siguiente:
Muy Señor Mío.
Su sugerencia a propósito de la festividad del 18 de
Diciembre me parece absolutamente soez y una falta de respeto para la
sensibilidad de muchas personas que no compartimos sus
brutales aficiones.
¿Es que todos los hombres somos animales?
¿Es que no pensamos sino en los instintos más bajos?
No, señor mío. No todos somos como Vd.
Por ello, yo propongo que haya alternativas también para
la gente más civilizada:
17 de Diciembre:
DÍA DE LA LUBINA AL HORNO Y LA MAMADA
19 de Diciembre
DÍA DE LOS LOMITOS DE MERLUZA Y LA MAMADA
20 de Diciembre
DÍA DE LA ENSALADA DE BOGAVANTE CON HONGUITOS DEL TIEMPO Y
LA MAMADA
Desde luego, es por gente insensible como Vd. por lo que
los hombres tenemos la fama que tenemos...
Pon tu propuesta......y pásalo.
Cada 14 de Febrero los hombres tienen la oportunidad de
demostrar su amor a su media naranja ofreciendo flores, chocolates,
cenas románticas, películas de amor o todo lo que una mujer
puede encontrar romántico.
Para los tíos.... nada. Hay que admitirlo; no hay ningún
día especial donde las mujeres pueden demostrar su aprecio.
Por eso se ha creado una nueva fiesta:
El 18 de diciembre, es ahora oficialmente el día de:
CHULETÓN Y MAMADA
Simple, eficaz y explícito .... este día ha sido creado
para que las mujeres puedan demostrar su amor por el hombre de su
vida.
Nada de cartas, ni de flores, ni noche especial en la ciudad,ni
baile sudamericano ... es muy simple,un buen chuletón y una buena mamada.
Eso es todo!
Estos días combinados, San Valentín y el día de Chuletón y
Mamada nos van llevar a una nueva era de amor donde todos los hombres se esforzaran para hacer del Día de San Valentín una día inolvidable, ...para asegurarse un buen día de 18 diciembre ....
La idea, está lanzada y como todas las ideas nuevas hay
que hacerlo circular para crear un efecto de bola de nieve,
así que hacedlo circular a ver si hacemos crecer el amor
y la paz en este mundo de locos.
Además, al no ser una celebración auspiciada por
multinacionales, ni por grandes superficies comerciales
a fin de incrementar sus ventas,no deberían producirse
reticencias, aunque todos conocemos a las mujeres...
No esperes más. Reenvía este mensaje a toda tu lista de
contactos.
POR EL 18 DE DICIEMBRE!!!!
>------------------------------------------------------------------------
Como puedes imaginar, he reaccionado con indignación
ante semejante barbaridad:
He respondido de inmediato lo siguiente:
Muy Señor Mío.
Su sugerencia a propósito de la festividad del 18 de
Diciembre me parece absolutamente soez y una falta de respeto para la
sensibilidad de muchas personas que no compartimos sus
brutales aficiones.
¿Es que todos los hombres somos animales?
¿Es que no pensamos sino en los instintos más bajos?
No, señor mío. No todos somos como Vd.
Por ello, yo propongo que haya alternativas también para
la gente más civilizada:
17 de Diciembre:
DÍA DE LA LUBINA AL HORNO Y LA MAMADA
19 de Diciembre
DÍA DE LOS LOMITOS DE MERLUZA Y LA MAMADA
20 de Diciembre
DÍA DE LA ENSALADA DE BOGAVANTE CON HONGUITOS DEL TIEMPO Y
LA MAMADA
Desde luego, es por gente insensible como Vd. por lo que
los hombres tenemos la fama que tenemos...
Pon tu propuesta......y pásalo.
14 November, 2005
Vacas y cabras
Un hombre entra en la habitación con una cabra en los brazos...
Su mujer echada en la cama está leyendo un libro...
Dice el hombre:
- "mira cariño, esta es la vaca que me follo cuando tienes jaquecas..."
Le contesta la mujer:
- "si no fueras tan gilipollas te darías cuenta de que es una cabra..."
El hombre sonríe..:
- "si no fueras tan gilipollas te darías cuenta de que estoy hablando con la
cabra..."
Su mujer echada en la cama está leyendo un libro...
Dice el hombre:
- "mira cariño, esta es la vaca que me follo cuando tienes jaquecas..."
Le contesta la mujer:
- "si no fueras tan gilipollas te darías cuenta de que es una cabra..."
El hombre sonríe..:
- "si no fueras tan gilipollas te darías cuenta de que estoy hablando con la
cabra..."
09 November, 2005
Answering Machine Messages
Gandalf:
“Hello, you’ve reached the ol’ wizard. I’m on an errand right now, fighting Wargs and Goblins. Please don’t bother taking a message, for I won’t be around for a couple of years. I hope I do see you then; until our next meeting.
Bilbo:
Hi! You’ve reached Bilbo Baggins. I am off onto yet another journey to Rivendell, or I may be helping dwarves find their long-lost home. Oh, no, I’m probobly petting my Ring.
If you are Gollum; I’ve still got sting by my side, so don’t you try taking my ring!
But if you have gotten my old Ring please press 2; I should very much like to hold it again one last time.
If you are a mindless hobbit: don’t even bother leaving a message: I don’t want any visitors, well wishers, or people of distant relations bothering me!
If you are Gandalf press 3, and I expect you to leave a message this time before badgering in with some measly Dwarves puckering me off on another adventure!
I hope you will live happily ever after, until the end of your days! Goodbye!
Frodo:
Hello! You’ve reached Frodo Baggins (a.k.a. Ringbarer, or Halfling) I am off to Mordor to destroy the One Ring. Please throw me a party when I return, for I would have saved the world.
Oh and ya, please don’t forget to have a fill-in buddy trim the hedges and plant flowers while I’m gone; Sam is coming with me.
Pippin:
Hullo! I’m off eating a Dubble-King-Mac or off on an adventure. Oh, no! I couldn’t be… I’m hungry…. I might be out lifting carrots, tomatoes, cabbage, and mushrooms from Mr. Maggot’s crops…. Mmmm…. That’s making me hungry. I think I need my second-breakfast. Goodbye!
Nazgûl:
Hello people of the real word. Come to us. We have candy for you. Bring us the Ring. You cannot hide. We see you!
Aragorn:
Aiya. Hello. I am Aragorn, High King of Gondor, Chieftain of the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elfstone, Evinyatar, The Renewer, the Healer, Estel, Hope, Strider, Wingfoot, Thorongil, King of the West, Dúnedan, the Deliverer…… beeepppp….
Sam:
Hello. You’ve reached Sam Gamgee the Gardener. I am out right now planting and tending Frodo’s garden, call back or leave a message:
Press 1 if you’d like to do business with me.
Press 2 if you’re Rosie and would like to marry me.
Press 3 if you’d like me to run for mayor… again!
Thank you for calling!
Sauron:
I am the Ruler of the World I shall diminish all living things and rule in the all in shadow. I will wear again the Ring of Power and punish those who held it against me. It is my Precious. My own. One Ring that would rule them all:
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
And so it will be.
There is no life out in the void… only cold… only death.
…. This message will self-destruct…..
Gollum:
My preciuouss it’s lossst… me wants it! It’s mine! My Birthday-present! Bilbo tooks it! Give it back to me! Lossst! Mine! Gives it back! Gives it to meeeeeeee….. this message is over……
Arwen:
This is to Aragorn: I will not give up. Not that easily. There is still hope left. So don't you give up on me. May the Evenstar protect you and remind you of me. I will meet you once again. Maybe so.... Ú i vethed... nâ i onnad. Boe bedich go Frodo. Han bâd lîn. (This is not the end... it is the beginning. You must go with Frodo. That is your path.) Si peliannen i vâd na dail lîn. Si boe ú-dhannathach. (It is already laid before your feet. You cannot falter now.)
Ae ú-esteliach nad... estelio han. Estelio ammen. (If you trust nothing else... trust this. Trust us.)
A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor. Ú or le a ú or nin. (The Shadow does not hold sway yet, not over you and not over me.)
“Hello, you’ve reached the ol’ wizard. I’m on an errand right now, fighting Wargs and Goblins. Please don’t bother taking a message, for I won’t be around for a couple of years. I hope I do see you then; until our next meeting.
Bilbo:
Hi! You’ve reached Bilbo Baggins. I am off onto yet another journey to Rivendell, or I may be helping dwarves find their long-lost home. Oh, no, I’m probobly petting my Ring.
If you are Gollum; I’ve still got sting by my side, so don’t you try taking my ring!
But if you have gotten my old Ring please press 2; I should very much like to hold it again one last time.
If you are a mindless hobbit: don’t even bother leaving a message: I don’t want any visitors, well wishers, or people of distant relations bothering me!
If you are Gandalf press 3, and I expect you to leave a message this time before badgering in with some measly Dwarves puckering me off on another adventure!
I hope you will live happily ever after, until the end of your days! Goodbye!
Frodo:
Hello! You’ve reached Frodo Baggins (a.k.a. Ringbarer, or Halfling) I am off to Mordor to destroy the One Ring. Please throw me a party when I return, for I would have saved the world.
Oh and ya, please don’t forget to have a fill-in buddy trim the hedges and plant flowers while I’m gone; Sam is coming with me.
Pippin:
Hullo! I’m off eating a Dubble-King-Mac or off on an adventure. Oh, no! I couldn’t be… I’m hungry…. I might be out lifting carrots, tomatoes, cabbage, and mushrooms from Mr. Maggot’s crops…. Mmmm…. That’s making me hungry. I think I need my second-breakfast. Goodbye!
Nazgûl:
Hello people of the real word. Come to us. We have candy for you. Bring us the Ring. You cannot hide. We see you!
Aragorn:
Aiya. Hello. I am Aragorn, High King of Gondor, Chieftain of the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elfstone, Evinyatar, The Renewer, the Healer, Estel, Hope, Strider, Wingfoot, Thorongil, King of the West, Dúnedan, the Deliverer…… beeepppp….
Sam:
Hello. You’ve reached Sam Gamgee the Gardener. I am out right now planting and tending Frodo’s garden, call back or leave a message:
Press 1 if you’d like to do business with me.
Press 2 if you’re Rosie and would like to marry me.
Press 3 if you’d like me to run for mayor… again!
Thank you for calling!
Sauron:
I am the Ruler of the World I shall diminish all living things and rule in the all in shadow. I will wear again the Ring of Power and punish those who held it against me. It is my Precious. My own. One Ring that would rule them all:
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
And so it will be.
There is no life out in the void… only cold… only death.
…. This message will self-destruct…..
Gollum:
My preciuouss it’s lossst… me wants it! It’s mine! My Birthday-present! Bilbo tooks it! Give it back to me! Lossst! Mine! Gives it back! Gives it to meeeeeeee….. this message is over……
Arwen:
This is to Aragorn: I will not give up. Not that easily. There is still hope left. So don't you give up on me. May the Evenstar protect you and remind you of me. I will meet you once again. Maybe so.... Ú i vethed... nâ i onnad. Boe bedich go Frodo. Han bâd lîn. (This is not the end... it is the beginning. You must go with Frodo. That is your path.) Si peliannen i vâd na dail lîn. Si boe ú-dhannathach. (It is already laid before your feet. You cannot falter now.)
Ae ú-esteliach nad... estelio han. Estelio ammen. (If you trust nothing else... trust this. Trust us.)
A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor. Ú or le a ú or nin. (The Shadow does not hold sway yet, not over you and not over me.)
19 October, 2005
17 October, 2005
Spice Girls Jokes
Mel C. walked into a bar with a pig tied to a piece of string. 'Where the hell did you pick that dirty thing up?' asked the publican. 'Won it in a raffle.' said the pig.
Q: What's the difference between a spice girl and a computer?
A: You only have to punch information into a computer once.
Q: What do you do if a spice girl hurls a grenade at you?
A: Take out the pin and throw it back
Q: What do you call a spice girl behind a steering wheel?
A: An airbag
Q: A blond and the Spice Girls jumped off the Empire State building. Who landed first?
A: The blond. The Spice Girls had to stop and ask directions!
Q: What's the difference between a spice girl and a computer?
A: You only have to punch information into a computer once.
Q: What do you do if a spice girl hurls a grenade at you?
A: Take out the pin and throw it back
Q: What do you call a spice girl behind a steering wheel?
A: An airbag
Q: A blond and the Spice Girls jumped off the Empire State building. Who landed first?
A: The blond. The Spice Girls had to stop and ask directions!
16 September, 2005
Curso de pronunciación inglesa
1 - Módulo basico
Tres brujas miran tres relojes Swatch. ¿Qué bruja mira qué reloj?
En inglés:
Three witches watch three Swatch watches. Which witch watch which Swatch
watch?
2 - Módulo avanzado
Tres brujas "travestis" miran los botones de tres relojes Swatch. ¿Qué
bruja travesti mira los botones de qué reloj Swatch?
En inglés :
Three switched witches watch three Swatch watch switches. Which switched
witch watch which Swatch watch switch?
Tres brujas miran tres relojes Swatch. ¿Qué bruja mira qué reloj?
En inglés:
Three witches watch three Swatch watches. Which witch watch which Swatch
watch?
2 - Módulo avanzado
Tres brujas "travestis" miran los botones de tres relojes Swatch. ¿Qué
bruja travesti mira los botones de qué reloj Swatch?
En inglés :
Three switched witches watch three Swatch watch switches. Which switched
witch watch which Swatch watch switch?
15 September, 2005
IRC vs MSN
Hola chatters del mundo… Yo…venia a hablaros de la fusión iRC-Messenger.
Todo comienza con el iRC,obviamente, porque si no conoces a gente, no puedes tener amigos…ejem “amigos” en el MSN. Así que un día te levantas y dices..BIEN! Hoy voy a conocer gente y… quien sabe? Igual me hago algun noviete.(Soy chica por si no se habian dado cuenta). Entras en la sala…Pongamos por ejemplo… Canal #Castellón de… Ozú, que siempre está con más de 100 personas de las cuales hablan siempre las mismas y te llenan el general de líneas contándose su vida y poniendo interminables filas de.. xDDDDDD… Y diciendo hola apaaaaaa!! A todo kiski, sumados con los tropecientos mil que buscan sexo, amor, alguien inteligente con quien hablar… en fin, tu entras con tu nick normal de toda la vida… Ana20 y.. a las dos milésimas de segundo, empiezan los privados, la perdición. Bien veamos…
Hola guapa.¿Qué tal?
Bien.
Respuesta escueta para alguien que te dice guapa sin tener ni pajotera idea de quien eres…Sigamos… otro privado…
hl amor, kieres ver mis 30 cm x cam?
No!
Pum! Ignore, a este tipo de chatters o se aburren de pelársela o esq se piensan que todos somos iguales… (Por cierto Alavo a quien inventó el ignore, muy util , si señor ^.^)
Ui ahora otro privado..
m djas xupart l pie? K talla usas?
M dejas yamar al manicomio? Ande vives¿?
En fin hay de todo…
Después de media hora poniendo ignores y de leer el general… por hacer algo.. otro privado:
Hola, que tal?Quieres charlar un rato?
Bueno, de todos los privados hasta ahora… este es el más normal…Bien, le contestaremos…
Muy bien, y tu?¡
Bien, también… De donde eres chica?
Por fin! Uno normal! Hablamos ¾ de hora por el iRC y al final… decide preguntarme…
Oye, me caes muy bien, te importa que nos demos el MSN?
Vale, apunta…
Y lo añades al MSN. Y seguís hablando por ahí, parece que este ha salido bien.. pero… no es todo tan rosa…porque chateas todos los días y conoces gente… y.. al final tienes a 200 contactos de los cuales hablas con 20 como mucho, incluyendo amigos, familiares, tus ex novios, rolletes… y los demás es como si no existieran…y si te hablan es para preguntarte alguna duda, claro como eres informática pues.. a quién van a acudir sinó…, también para pedirte esa foto que te mandaron hace tropecientos años y que tú, obviamente has borrado…
Anita [Felicidad ahí voy!] dice:
Vaya, pues no se donde la tendré, lo siento.
-Fran- ||Cuando te dan fuerte, duele|| dice:
Jooo xro si t la pasé hace un año solo!!!! Mala que eres :(
Y tú.. que si ale pírate. Y no se la pasas.
Luego están los típicos que agregas por aburrimiento… y luego resulta que son almas en pena que buscan pareja desesperadamente…
.:MaNu:. Cuando te encontrare? dice:
Hla q tal, tenes nvio?
Es lo primero que preguntan, así que cuidado con esos que van al ataquer.
Y tú no sabes que contestar… si le digo que sí… se irá pero mi conciencia no estará tranquila.. si le digo que no, se le abrirá un cielo y se enamorará de mi ipsofacto… Decides decirle:
Anita[Felicidad, ahí voy!] dice:
No tengo… xo me gusta un chico
Ahí se cortan un poco , pero siguen insistiendo…
Y entre toda esta fauna… están los salidos, que son los mejores.
Kieres k m corra para ti?
No gracias, correte pa tu madre majo :D
Y pum! Ignore.
Luego están los que te engañan y hacen cualquier cosa con tal de enseñarte la churra por la cam…
Ejemplo.. en el msn.. con su cam puesta…
Anita[Felicidad, ahí voy!] dice:
Ah pos nostas mal eh jeje
Pikote69[El sexo sin amor mola!] dice:
Gracias… quieres ver algo mas?
Anita[Felicidad, ahí voy!] dice:
Ehm nono, con tu cara yasta bien
Pikote69[El sexo sin amor mola!] dice:
Ah vale! Jeje….
Y zas! Baja la cámara y apunta al asunto en cuestión… y tu…
Anita[Felicidad, ahí voy!] dice:
Vale, venga muy bonita ale adiós
Y lo pones sin admisión…
Y entre toda esta fauna.. esperas encontrar a alguna persona decente como tú que no hable de sexo , ni te enseñe su nabo por la cam… y a veces la encuentras, y a veces….pos no xD.
Todo comienza con el iRC,obviamente, porque si no conoces a gente, no puedes tener amigos…ejem “amigos” en el MSN. Así que un día te levantas y dices..BIEN! Hoy voy a conocer gente y… quien sabe? Igual me hago algun noviete.(Soy chica por si no se habian dado cuenta). Entras en la sala…Pongamos por ejemplo… Canal #Castellón de… Ozú, que siempre está con más de 100 personas de las cuales hablan siempre las mismas y te llenan el general de líneas contándose su vida y poniendo interminables filas de.. xDDDDDD… Y diciendo hola apaaaaaa!! A todo kiski, sumados con los tropecientos mil que buscan sexo, amor, alguien inteligente con quien hablar… en fin, tu entras con tu nick normal de toda la vida… Ana20 y.. a las dos milésimas de segundo, empiezan los privados, la perdición. Bien veamos…
Respuesta escueta para alguien que te dice guapa sin tener ni pajotera idea de quien eres…Sigamos… otro privado…
Pum! Ignore, a este tipo de chatters o se aburren de pelársela o esq se piensan que todos somos iguales… (Por cierto Alavo a quien inventó el ignore, muy util , si señor ^.^)
Ui ahora otro privado..
En fin hay de todo…
Después de media hora poniendo ignores y de leer el general… por hacer algo.. otro privado:
Bueno, de todos los privados hasta ahora… este es el más normal…Bien, le contestaremos…
Por fin! Uno normal! Hablamos ¾ de hora por el iRC y al final… decide preguntarme…
Y lo añades al MSN. Y seguís hablando por ahí, parece que este ha salido bien.. pero… no es todo tan rosa…porque chateas todos los días y conoces gente… y.. al final tienes a 200 contactos de los cuales hablas con 20 como mucho, incluyendo amigos, familiares, tus ex novios, rolletes… y los demás es como si no existieran…y si te hablan es para preguntarte alguna duda, claro como eres informática pues.. a quién van a acudir sinó…, también para pedirte esa foto que te mandaron hace tropecientos años y que tú, obviamente has borrado…
Anita [Felicidad ahí voy!] dice:
Vaya, pues no se donde la tendré, lo siento.
-Fran- ||Cuando te dan fuerte, duele|| dice:
Jooo xro si t la pasé hace un año solo!!!! Mala que eres :(
Y tú.. que si ale pírate. Y no se la pasas.
Luego están los típicos que agregas por aburrimiento… y luego resulta que son almas en pena que buscan pareja desesperadamente…
.:MaNu:. Cuando te encontrare? dice:
Hla q tal, tenes nvio?
Es lo primero que preguntan, así que cuidado con esos que van al ataquer.
Y tú no sabes que contestar… si le digo que sí… se irá pero mi conciencia no estará tranquila.. si le digo que no, se le abrirá un cielo y se enamorará de mi ipsofacto… Decides decirle:
Anita[Felicidad, ahí voy!] dice:
No tengo… xo me gusta un chico
Ahí se cortan un poco , pero siguen insistiendo…
Y entre toda esta fauna… están los salidos, que son los mejores.
Y pum! Ignore.
Luego están los que te engañan y hacen cualquier cosa con tal de enseñarte la churra por la cam…
Ejemplo.. en el msn.. con su cam puesta…
Anita[Felicidad, ahí voy!] dice:
Ah pos nostas mal eh jeje
Pikote69[El sexo sin amor mola!] dice:
Gracias… quieres ver algo mas?
Anita[Felicidad, ahí voy!] dice:
Ehm nono, con tu cara yasta bien
Pikote69[El sexo sin amor mola!] dice:
Ah vale! Jeje….
Y zas! Baja la cámara y apunta al asunto en cuestión… y tu…
Anita[Felicidad, ahí voy!] dice:
Vale, venga muy bonita ale adiós
Y lo pones sin admisión…
Y entre toda esta fauna.. esperas encontrar a alguna persona decente como tú que no hable de sexo , ni te enseñe su nabo por la cam… y a veces la encuentras, y a veces….pos no xD.
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