Florina never forgot the night she gave up her virginity. He had kept her to offer her to the man to whom he would give the sweetest title of her husband. Her friends made fun of her. They told him that virginity is like money: once you give it you don’t get it back, but if you keep it it’s useless. Florina then admitted the flirtations of Libidio, a handsome and smooth-talking man who convinced her to go with him to the Kamawa Motel. The young woman knew that he would go in there with her maidenhood and that he would come out of there without her, but she thought: “It’s about time.” In room 210 of that inn for undocumented loves, Florina made a dation of what is called cherry in English, because of the resemblance that some have thought they saw between the hymen and a cherry.
I do not know if Messrs. Testut and Quiroz, famous anatomists, would confirm that resemblance. Perhaps, focused on their anatomical observations, they knew the hymen, but not the cherry, and were therefore not qualified to make that comparison. However, i warn that I’m deviating from this story. I go back to him. When the trance ended, Florina was sorry that she had done what she had done, and she began to cry disconsolately. Through her tears, she told her gallant: “Tomorrow I will go to confession, and I will tell my father that I made love twice with a man who is not my husband.” “Twice?” Libidio was surprised. “We only did it once.” Florina asked as she wiped away her tears: “Are we going now?” A young man walked into a bar and asked the bartender. “Give me a double tequila.
I’m going out with a girl tonight and I want to summon up the courage to ask her to go to the Ensalivadero, a lonely place on the outskirts of the city, and there I can kiss her passionately and caress her all”. He drank his drink, paid for it and left the tavern. It was still early, so he He spent hours driving around in his car.When the time came to pick up the girl, he went home.He knocked on the door and the girl’s father opened it.
The gallant proposed to his dulcinea: “What do you think if instead of going out we stay here to watch TV? They are showing a very good movie about the life of Saint Imógenes of Antioch, and I want to see it.” The girl was surprised: “I didn’t know you are so religious.” She answered the boy: “I didn’t even know that your dad is a bartender.” Don Gerontino, an old gentleman, made a weekly visit, every Tuesday from 8 to 10 at night, to the house of bad reputation in his town. He always requested the services of Jobelia, one of the women who fulfilled his selfless office there. One night the owner of the place -madama, mariscala or mamasanta in the slang of the brothel- wanted to know why the mature client required Jobelia, whose age was already advanced and whose former beauty had disappeared, instead of enjoying the night with one of the beautiful prostitutes who had recently become part of his team: Kolonga, called “The mulatto of fire”, with cinnamon-colored skin and splendid hips; Wicka, a Nordic blonde with blue eyes and an upright will; Musmé, of oriental beauty, whose complexion had the smoothness and shine of jade.
The woman asked the old gentleman: “What does Jobelia have that they don’t have?” Don Gerontino exhaled a deep sigh and answered. “Patience”. Two beautiful sisters in bloom left their village and went to live in the city. A year passed, and a friend of her mother, Doña Cotilla, ran into them on a city street. They wore designer clothes, sported luxury accessories and expensive jewelry. She asked them, “What do you do that works so well for you?” She answered one: “We sew.” And Dona Cotilla commented: “I imagined it.” FINISH.
EYE: It says “imasinaba”. Thanks.
LOOKOUT.
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
STORIES OF THE CREATION OF THE WORLD
The Lord made the chameleon.
Strange animal that was. It changed color every moment. If it was on a brown trunk, it was painted brown. If it landed on the green leaf of a tree it would turn green. If he walked on a red earth floor it would turn red. He changed color as he pleased.
The spirit asked the Lord:
-What is the name of this animal?
The Lord replied:
-It’s called a chameleon. I did it because his name will be mentioned a lot when men invent politics.
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