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I never understood. I tried to reason, but did not reach any conclusion.

How many times have we been eating us a sandwich and suddenly felt a strange texture in our mouths or in our language, that is not lettuce or cheese or ham, minus the mayo or mustard?

Surprised we put a finger or two or as may be required to our mouth and carefully draw the material out of the ordinary.

And there is the curious thing. I found the sandwiches, pieces of plastic film, I think of that guy with the yellow around cheese. Plastic strips with which I come around the slices of ham. Once I found a metal clip, which I imagine with stapled the bag of bread, cheese or ham. Luckily caught early and I swallowed it.

But at the pinnacle of the things that one can find in a sandwich, and that few people tolerate are the hairs. A single hair can cause us to want to guacarear the already ingested the sandwich. Why? I do not know. I do not know if we associate it with some hair seborrheic, or split ends, or as lousy plane ("Lousy?).

The same is true when we found a hair in the soup, rice or anything that we eat.

Something very different happens when we are with a sexual partner in bed, in the car or at the cinema. That the fever itself dominates the disgust and kiss, bite or lick his face, ears, hair, neck, armpits, and whiskers (oh, pus is that some women have mustaches, lol).

Oh, I forgot about those situations where one is in the mouth or tongue with some pubic hair. There peep say yes, we remove the lips slightly and continue with homework, haha.

Not very disgusting? hehe.

Quod dixi dixi

Clever Wedding Reply Card

I never understood. I tried to reason, but did not reach any conclusion.

How many times have we been eating us a sandwich and suddenly felt a strange texture in our mouths or in our language, that is not lettuce or cheese or ham, minus the mayo or mustard?

Surprised we put a finger or two or as may be required to our mouth and carefully draw the material out of the ordinary.

And there is the curious thing. I found the sandwiches, pieces of plastic film, I think of that guy with the yellow around cheese. Plastic strips with which I come around the slices of ham. Once I found a metal clip, which I imagine with stapled the bag of bread, cheese or ham. Luckily caught early and I swallowed it.

But at the pinnacle of the things that one can find in a sandwich, and that few people tolerate are the hairs. A single hair can cause us to want to guacarear the already ingested the sandwich. Why? I do not know. I do not know if we associate it with some hair seborrheic, or split ends, or as lousy plane ("Lousy?).

The same is true when we found a hair in the soup, rice or anything that we eat.

Something very different happens when we are with a sexual partner in bed, in the car or at the cinema. That the fever itself dominates the disgust and kiss, bite or lick his face, ears, hair, neck, armpits, and whiskers (oh, pus is that some women have mustaches, lol).

Oh, I forgot about those situations where one is in the mouth or tongue with some pubic hair. There peep say yes, we remove the lips slightly and continue with homework, haha.

Not very disgusting? hehe.

Quod dixi dixi

Moab Utah Weather In April, 2010

Of the 20.000 ways of screwing an existence Dilemmas

There maybe 20.000 50.000 ways of screwing an existence. This I am going to discuss is just one of them.

summed up in one word would be something like: Apendéjese you at the time (of time) and place wrong. OK, they were 8 or 10 words, I admit. Do not you say? is the easiest thing in the world, apendejarse.

I had to leave Mexico City at the weekend. Back in Cuautitlan. People say that everything is out of DF Cuautitlán, haha. Abysmal joke or saying attributed to a sidewalk philosopher.

I could have taken the subway or a bus or bus, but then could they have done about six hours away. Then I took my run-run (did not set that Jess and talks about his run-run?).

Thanks to Google Maps more or less traced my route. I need a GPS or a gadget such that you are saying: forward 100 meters, turn right, far left, left again, go back 100 meters it already happened, and so on., Because my sense of disorientation is optimal .

A leg, no problem, pas de problème. But the coming (and that I love), ayyy wey. I follow the guide and suddenly out of a curve is in the middle of a roundabout. Options: road or road right in the middle because no cars were coming dudes in the opposite direction and path to the left. Post traumatic shock can not remember if I pulled completely or kept circulating slowly. I asked the pexipatito: right or left?

pexipatito do not know if I replied in slow motion or if I reacted late. In any case, he said, to the left, then right going the other way.

time I returned to step the accelerator the car to turn left, and at that very moment you pass a white Beetle jijodesureputísimamadreparturientaqueloparió click overtaken by the left (which is normal, I admit) but to turn to the right (which is abnormal), and as to 150 km / h (which are shit plane).

Well, thanks to my reflexes mamutianos (mammoth, slow), ie non-accelerating thanks to quickly, but it's time that I was posting this from a hospital bed, at best cases. You know, the motto of the current cars: do sandwich. In a stroke, supposedly dent entire body to protect the occupants. The case is that dent and the dent one step.

At that time, reflecting typical of a saber-toothed tiger jumping on the plains (poetic freedom, lol), my two eggs rose and curled me (funky "?) Around my throat, as if they had been a scarf.

Damn, damn ways to drive this ball of cavemen.

No doubt, for fuck's existence, but can one or two seconds.

De apendejamiento.

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