Is the story that I will narrate immediately cute or pornographic? My four readers will judge which of those notes predominates in the story.
The little egg and the little egg got married. On the wedding night she appeared dressed only in a vaporous negligee that exposed all her charms. Faced with such beauty, the little egg, frightened, began to tremble. The little egg asked him full of alarm: “What’s wrong with you, love?”
The little egg answered with a tremulous voice: “It’s just that seeing you made me hard, and I’ve heard that they break hard-boiled eggs with spoons.” Even so, it had a large parish church with high towers and a majestic dome. A stranger arrived at the village and was surprised to see hundreds of men digging busily around the sturdy church building.
(The word “factory”, in dictionary terms, is synonymous with construction). He asked the reason for those hasty jobs. A local explained to him: “A state decree has just come out prohibiting the existence of a house of bad character less than 500 meters from a temple. The mayor, who owns the one here, gave the neighbors a period of 30 days. to move the church further”. Pancho the Mexican was fishing for trout in a creek in Vermont.
He had just caught one and had it in a bucket next to a sign that said “no fishing.” A forest guard arrived and told Pancho: “You are under arrest.” “Why?” he asked. “Fishing is prohibited here,” the guard replied, “and you are fishing.” “I am not fishing,” replied the Mexican. “This trout is my pet.
Every day I bring her here so she can swim for a while, then I whistle for her, she comes back to where I am and we go back to the house.” The guard, incredulous, said: “I would like to see that.” “Look,” Pancho told him, and So saying, he threw the trout into the river, which swam away happily as if to the beat of Schubert’s music.The guard waited a short time and then ordered the Mexican: “Now whistle for the trout.”
Pancho asked with an innocent face. “Which trout?” We know Capronio very well: he is a shameless and mean guy. In a club he met a woman who called her attention because of the prominence of her alabaster bust, which a pronounced neckline allowed to see without hindrance.
After sharing a couple of drinks with her – or four, or five, or six – he made an unseemly proposal: “I’ll pay you 30 thousand pesos if you let me take a little bite out of your precious bust.” The lady had a great practical sense, so she accepted her proposal. They went to the parking lot, and in a dim corner she exposed her double charm. Capronio caressed him with morose delight; she kissed him long and ran her tongue over it over and over again.
The woman asked him impatiently: “What time are you going to give him the little bite?” “No,” replied the fool. “The little bite is very expensive.” Don Poseidon, a wealthy farmer, went to the neighboring town and bought a stud bull there. He could have just bought an ox: the animal was completely indifferent to the cows, despite the fact that several of them were in time to receive him. Don Poseidon, then, called a veterinary doctor in the city.
When the professional arrived at the farm, the peasant told her: “The bull does not do what he should do. He spends all his time eating, sleeping and hissing.” The doctor said: “The bull came from Cuitlatzintli, right?” Don Poseidon was surprised: the veterinarian had immediately guessed the origin of the bull. “That’s right,” he answered. “In Cuitlatzintli I bought the animal. How did you know?” The doctor answered: “That’s where my husband is from.” FINISH.
LOOKOUT.
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
The Lord made man.
The man became proud.
Unfair.
Cruel.
He invented war.
The crime.
He created the hate.
The grudges.
Evil.
The Lord saw all that and said sadly:
-I won’t do it anymore.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITES.
By AFA.
“. A judge closed the Plaza México.”.
That seems wrong to me.
It was not very successful.
I would have better closed
The national palace.
#politics #worse