“My boyfriend makes me uneasy. Rosibel commented. He says that he will go to the afterlife. A friend told her: “We are all going to go to the afterlife sometime.” “Yes,” answered Rosibel. But he tells me that he is going to go to the afterlife when he has his hand on my knee “…
Don Astasio asked him anxiously to the detective he had hired: “Did you find out anything? Is my wife cheating on me?” “I still don’t know,” replied the detective. “What surprises me is that you haven’t seen the path that has formed on the carpet in your bedroom from the bed to the closet”…
the traveling agent came to a city and decided to go to a house of bad reputation. There he was when he saw through the window a large gang of men who were actively working around the monumental and ancient cathedral of the city. “What’s going on?” she asked. “I’ll tell you,” answered the owner of the premises. “A law came out that prohibits a bad house from being less than 500 meters from a church. And the workers have a month to move the cathedral.”
When will we Mexicans learn to love with true love this wonderful country in which we live? Our love is of words only, or of songs. “Pretty and beloved Mexico…”… “How far I am from the land where I was born…!”… But we don’t show our love with facts. Far from Mexico we are good Mexicans; We proclaim our pride in being children of this land. But what bad Mexicans we are when we are in Mexico! We have made our territory a garbage dump; we have polluted its soil, its water, its air; we razed their jungles and their forests; we are destroying the plant and animal species that make up its extremely varied flora and abundant fauna; we do not mind exhausting its natural riches. We are like insolent owners who inherited a rich house full of finery, and instead of enjoying that mansion they dedicate themselves to destroying and ravaging it. What has been said: when will we Mexicans learn to be good Mexicans? And another question that still overwhelms me and keeps me awake: what is the capital of South Dakota?…
A guy was walking down the street limping unfortunately with the help of a crutch and a cane. She had one arm in a sling; his head was bandaged; her face was a complete catalog of bruises, bruises, bruises, contusions, bruises, welts, and scratches. A friend saw him and asked, dismayed: “What happened to you, Pitorro? Where did you do that to yourself?” “At a surprise party” -he answered with a barely audible voice, the unhappy man. “What do you mean at a surprise party?” The friend was astonished. “Yes,” explained the other painfully. “He was partying with a little friend, and her husband surprised us”…
Pepito came home whistling happily. She told him an aunt who was visiting: “How happy you come from school, Pepito!”. “You said it, aunt,” answers the boy. “I’m coming. If only you could see me when I go!”…
the fat man he leaned over his wife on the bed and began to make her the object of loving cuddles. “I’m very sorry, Crásido -said the lady-. Remember that the doctor forbade me fats”… Mrs. Panoply said very proudly to her friend Mrs. Gules: “My husband is very faithful to me”. “Me too,” said Doña Gules. “The one who cheats on me sometimes is my husband.” FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
Hu-Ssong, an Eastern philosopher, gave his disciples a handful of nuts to eat.
When they finished the treat, Hu-Ssong asked them:
-How were the nuts?
“Delicious,” they replied. But breaking them cost us a lot of work.
Then the teacher told them:
-In addition to the flavor they ate, take a lesson from the nuts. And it is this: God gives us the nuts, but we have to crack them. Life offers us opportunities. We must be prepared to take advantage of them.
The disciples meditated on what the teacher had told them, and they knew that in a small nut there is a great lesson.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITES
By AFA.
“…They will try a brain transplant…”.
with a somewhat whiny voice
commented an old man
on the note I quote:
“Let them transplant something else!”
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