6 de agosto de 2005

Mis suelas no huelen a mierda de puro milagro.

Si han leido bien... Perdón por la expresión pero ha sido literalmente así...

Iba yo en mi mundo paseando y comiendome un cubanito (imitación del helado Maxibon, nada de rollo gay), con mi paso agüevao y lleno de la tranquilidad que me caracteriza, cuando de pronto... me hacen un adelantamiento por la derecha con roce incluido, este me desvía de mi trayectoria güeveriana, miro de reojo al "Chumaker" con cara de Alonso, me quedo pensando si le enseño mi primera victoria con el dedo corazón, pero no, decido parar, respirar hondo y proseguir con el paso wevo disfrutando del helado, pero bajo la mirada que buscaba el helado veo de refilón en el suelo una "sorpresa" de dogo (dogo: caballo disfrazao de perro), consigo esquivarla con una zancada. y mi mirada fue instintivamente "pal Chumaker", pensé: si la llego a pisar...!!!!

y a continuación... pensé si la llego a pisar me jodo y punto.

Moraleja: Sé tú mismo, pon el ojo en las cosas buenas de la vida y esto te ayudará a ver las malas.

Norsk, Aventuras del cesped

Página para los amos insconcientes....(Pincha Aquí)

Enviado por N a las 22:41

6 Comments:

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

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Anónimo, at 7 de agosto de 2005, 4:21

jejejejejjejejejeje! coño viejo q cague de risa como escribes eh! jejjejejejeje! ta buenisimo! saludos mi pana! estare por aqui chismeando a ver q mas consigo jejeje! ah por cierto muy d' pinga el diseño de tu blog!

Anónimo, at 7 de agosto de 2005, 15:45

E venido solo para te decir gracias pero tanbiem me gusta tu blog.