I've always wondered. "Everything is absolutely and cold-blooded? Or do you just wake up one day someone desirous, try to have sex with your partner at 5 am, the couple sent him to his mother smudge eye on the time it is and the type was left wondering: ah, this is not going to be so. Chinguémonos the Poles?
This happened on 31st August and history tells us that everything was absolute, perfect and coldly calculated chingadazo.
But in other situations "something similar is happening?
say is it took 15 years to 10 days thinking about how to pexipato chingarse? Or a good day, someone went to bed, gave want to throw a fart in bed with the bad luck was not fart, was drilled, and is pissed as he said tomorrow, we screw the pexipato.
And fuck him, hahaha.
So how the hell they want you to worry about the security of this country? What one was shocked with the dozens of daily deaths of civilians, immigrants, criminals or vile assassins? rather, one walks out thinking about how to roll or steak.
And look at the situation of insecurity is now a national security issue. The other day I walked in the province, you know, outside of Mexico (City) everything is Cuautitlán, I told of the atrocities that traders and taxi drivers suffer from fairly well-organized crime. And someone asked why do not go to the police? (Ahhh, ternurita).
And then I see the run monumental plaza de toros Mexico, with a full to the brim. And think how much pay those gayola and those in the first lying? And again I think, as I would like the bull jumped the barrier and the ball encuernara artistillas of televised fags, former governors and other pirujillas throng.
immediately scrap those bad thoughts, fuck, I have to look I chop and fantasizing.
I think back to some people, that apart from fucking, gives them a heart attack or clogged arteries or get high blood pressure, and Chingalé the hospital. And others who earn more than 100,000 pesos a month and I see the face and appear to be a sensitive, humane and concerned about national issues.
And then I tell myself: there must be a hell and purgatory. And if not, I will ask reborn a drug-resistant crabs, and let me go in a party of Berlusconi, or Ebola virus incubated in a good steak (viande saignante) and those who say they eat pilot whale all night, accompanied by botellucas good tequila, brandy, or whiskey.
Well, this can not say I said it. You can see that for less than that Carmen Aristegui ran your program on MVS, fucking dragged mariquetas ball without panties.
After this catharsis, which I fear (not) and have understood something which surely must have thought: This dude is already raving Luria and ready to go to the Castro, I say goodbye, wishing you a Merry Christmas.
Ahh, nooo, it's over. Chin, as he wanted to revive the Christmas of 2010 as many times as that of the film Groundhog Day.
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