“It gives me 100 grams of strychnine.” That’s what a woman asked the village pharmacist. The man said, “I can’t sell you such a thing. Strychnine is a very powerful poison whose sale is extremely limited. What do you want strychnine for?” “To kill my husband,” replied the buyer. “I discovered that he is unfaithful to me.”
And the pharmacy: “Even less can I sell you that poison knowing that you want it to kill a person.” The lady took a picture of her out of her bag and showed it to the pharmacist. “She This is the woman my husband is cheating on me with.” The woman was the pharmacist’s wife. “Excuse me,” she apologized to the buyer.
I didn’t know you have a recipe. How many grams of strychnine did you tell me you need?” Don Madano was very overweight. He went to a doctor and said: “I think I have an overactive thyroid system.” The doctor examined him and concluded: “The only thing he has you hyperactive are the fork”. The young soldier asked his superior three days off. He said with a big smile: “I’m going to be a dad.” “Congratulations” – the officer congratulated him.
And authorized permission. When the boy was back he asked the chief: “Was he a boy or a girl?” The soldier replied with another broad smile: “I don’t know yet. I will know in nine months.” Pilinguito’s mother was quite worried, because the boy had his very small male part. She consulted the case with her neighbor, mother of several sons, and she recommended: “Give the boy a sesame charamusca.
That is very good to stimulate the growth of said part”. That night Pilinguito saw a large pile of sesame charamuscas on the kitchen table. He asked his mother: “Do I have to eat all those charamuscas?” Only one, answered the lady. The rest are for your dad.” People pass; characters remain.
How many men have died and been forgotten since Don Quixote, Don Juan, Othello, Hamlet, Madame Bovary, the miserly Scrooge did not live, who still live? The small characters that gave figure and genius to the place where they lived are still alive.
In my city, Don José García de Letona is still remembered, who in the face of a possible North American invasion proposed that beautiful and patriotic Mexican ladies allow their private parts to become infected and then offer themselves to the lewdness of the Yankees to finish them off with shameful diseases . Likewise, we nostalgically evoke Pepe Catedrales, so called because of his prolific stature. His reason was clouded, and he extended himself in long theological dissertations before the pigeons of the Plaza de Armas.
With great affection I bring to memory the Oaxacan. A street musician, he would go early to the house of his birthday to play Las Mañanitas on his violin. At that time it was used in Saltillo for families to have breakfast and lunch. Breakfast was meager: a cup of coffee or hot chocolate with a piece of sweet bread. But after the morning ablutions came lunch, which was copious: a plate of menudo, or barbecue tacos, or eggs with chorizo, all accompanied by flour or corn tortillas.
The neighbors loved Oaxaca well. After his musical intervention, they invited him in and asked him with affectionate request: “What do you want, Oaxaquita? Breakfast or lunch?” He lowered his head, humble, and replied: “The two little things.” López Obrador said in one of his moral homilies that it is better to inherit poverty than dishonor. Everything indicates that Mexico will receive the two little things as an inheritance from its regime. FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armed SOURCES AGUIRRE.
King Cleto ordered Saint Virila:
-Perform a miracle.
The little friar asked him:
Do you want it to be able to believe?
“No,” replied the sovereign. Nothing will make me believe. I want the miracle to have fun.
San Virila delimited:
-Then you don’t want a miracle: you want a trick. But it’s okay. I will do what you ask me. Do you want the miracle big or small?
“Great,” Cleto said.
“Search your clothes behind you,” San Virila instructed him. There is the great miracle that you ask of me.
The king reached behind his back and rummaged through his clothes. From there he pulled out a red ant.
“That is the miracle you asked for,” said the little friar to the sovereign. It was a great miracle that the ant did not sting you where it would have been very uncomfortable to scratch later.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITES
By AFA.
“. Two more airports to the Marina.”.
soon we will see
something that will surprise.
I think I’m seeing it already:
planes will have oars.
#politics #worse