Mrs Macalota, Chinguetas’s wife, unexpectedly arrived at his house and surprised his light-hearted spouse in committed situation with the neighbor of 14. She asked them, furious: “What is this?”. Don Chinguetas told his querindonga: “Do you see him? I tell you he doesn’t know anything.”
the insurance agent he suggested to the young newlywed, “Now that you’re married, you should take out life insurance.” The boy replied: “I don’t think my wife is that dangerous.”
Lady Gules, a high-society lady, she boasted to her friends at the Silvestre Club: “My husband plays tennis very well and makes love wonderfully.” She narrowed one down: “The first is not true.”
The teacher asked the children. “Tell me words that end in -ollo”. Juanilín proposed: “Roll.” Rosilita mentioned: “Cabbage.” Pepito said: “Back.”
I don’t wish bad on anyone. That phrase is said before wishing someone ill. I don’t wish Trump any harm. I think, yes, he should go to jail. She deserves. If there really is justice in the country of Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln (and of Miss Loila Highump, a resident of Poughkeepsie, New York), that individual should spend a good time behind bars, because regardless of his alleged tax crimes -which are least of all.- It has seriously damaged the values of freedom and democracy, the foundation of national life in the USA. It is proven that he stole important official documents to take them home. It is very well proven that he incited the mob that attacked the Capitol. Neither money nor politics should put Trump above the laws of his country. It is inconceivable that an individual of his ilk aspires to the Presidency again. For the good of the United States, and the world, the same Republicans must stop this bad man turned criminal.
The patrons of Bar Ahúnda were surprised to see a completely naked woman enter. She sat down at the bar, ordered a whiskey, and finished it in one gulp. No one took their eyes off her. “What?” She asked the newcomer angrily. “Have you never seen a naked woman?” One of those present responded for all: “We are waiting to see where she is going to get the money to pay for the drink.” At the beginning of the wedding night, the bride told her new husband: “The wedding cost my father more than a million pesos. You will have to make a lot of effort to justify the expense.”
A certain man commented: “I’m a pacifist. That’s why I didn’t do my military service. That’s why I don’t watch war movies. That’s why I didn’t get married.” The centipede asked the female: “Open your legs, sweetheart.” She replied: “No, and a hundred times no.” The husband solemnly asked his wife: “When I leave this world, will you cry for me?” She answered the woman: “Of course I do. You know that for any nonsense I cry out.” Libidio went to a house of bad reputation. He paid in advance for his services to the woman he gloated over. Libidio was a super-eminent lover, possessor of exotic abilities and skills. The daifa was so satisfied that she told him: “Let’s do it again. I won’t charge you for this one.”
In this second act Libidio outdid himself, so that the woman was even more pleased than on the first occasion. She told the great lover: “I want us to do it again. This time I will be the one to pay you.” Libidiano set out to fulfill the woman’s wish, but lo and behold, it could no longer work. Sullen and angry he went to the corresponding part. “How nice, right? -he scolded her-. To make me spend and to have fun for free you’re ready, but when it comes to me earning a little money then I don’t count on you”. FINISH.
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
In the dead of night I put my car in reverse and pulled off the road to go back the way I came, realizing I was heading in the wrong direction.
In that something made me stop, I don’t know what. I got out of the vehicle and saw that I had almost fallen into a deep ravine. If I hadn’t braked I would have plunged into the abyss and most likely would have died.
Scared, trembling, I leaned against the car to recover. In the light of the taillights of the vehicle I saw an ant on the ground. If I hadn’t stopped, I would have crushed her.
Now I am plagued by a thought: who did God want to save, or fate? To me or to the little ant?
No one can answer that question.
About fate, or about God, we know nothing.
See you tomorrow!…
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