Surprise

Hace una semana o más, me voy a sentar a una plaza con Mercedes. Nos sentamos tranqui, y veo la estatua de un nenito con una trucha en las manos. Después de decir el obvio y patético chiste sobre la proporción del pescado, algo llama mi atención. Un stencil en la estatua.

Results!

Cherry Cherry Boom Boom!

Bueno estan los ganadores ya!

Primer puesto: Mariano (well, you know me!)

Segundo puesto: Mercedes con sus referencias a Lía, películas porno clase C y la sesión que no será explicada al resto de los lectores.

Tercer puesto: Las de Ballester, Gaby y Georgi, en un empate. Se ligan dibujo compartido.

El resto tiene un premio consolación!

Excepto Rama que nunca me firma una mierda.

En una semana hago el posteo con los Premios.

Me copo esto asi que lo voy a hacer más seguido. Después de todo..

“Te diste cuenta que tu wordpress es una pelea de gatos, pelando por tu amor como buitres por la carroña??”

Mercedes

Y eso a mi me encanta!

Concurso

Si!!!

Hago un concurso!!!!!!!

Auuuu!!

El que comente mejor en este posteo, se gana un dibujito personalizado hecho por el macho master que escribe este blog.

Puede ser digital o el modo tradicional.

(son todos mios)

Que me haga reír o pensar o algo. Valen links a youtube o lo que carajo se les ocurra. Tienen tiempo hasta que finalmente me venga una idea de que postear y no necesite comprar atención como ahora.

Hay premios de consolación!!!

Buena suerte!!

EDIT: Vale intentar varias veces eaea

Robo

De un flair de MauroKing.

1. Social Life

2. Good Grades

3. Adequate Sleep

Pick two and welcome to college.

:O

“Duvi, vos date cuenta, vive en dos mundos. Está el mundo de la facultad, y su mundo, donde NADIE puede entrar y la facultad no existe”

Compañero de la Uni

…

puede ser!!

Que onda?

La frase “No soy rencoroso, pero yo no me olvido” es bullshit.

Obvio que nadie se olvida, si decís eso es que sos un rencoroso you fuckhead!

Flores Deshojadas – Ramón Casas

weird shit

So, the thing goes like this. I was up for another whiscola, but i ran out of coke, so i asked my sister if she wanted anything from the shop, went down, and found the place closed. Not that strange, it was 12 o’clock after all. I had to go all the way to Florida street to find an open place, but before that, i tought of helping myself with a ciggy. I sat down on some stairs leading to some building and, like the elderly, looked at was in front of me, to spend my time. I recon i could have tough about my problems and how to solve them, insted of only being a watcher, it would have given the whole story a little more dramatism emoness! But i didn’t.

The thing is, i looked at the building in front of me. On the third window (starting from the floor), i saw a girl peeping at the stret, and then peeping directly at me, hidden in the courtains (she was easy to spot, the lights on and the curtains all see-trough made material). “She must be as entertained as i am” i tought. I looked at the cars parked in front of me and started playing with the combinations of the car plates. I looked again at the window, and found something rather odd. The curtains were wide open, and i could see the ceeling fan at top speed. “How come shes that hot? It’s freaking cold out here!” i told myself. The curtains wide open also made wonder what the fuck was going on, so i kept staring. That’s when, from the lower part of the window a videocamera, pointing directly at me, apeard. I stared at it with an incredulus look, and the camera stared me back. I made my eyebrows shift to the “wtf is going on?” stance. And the camera suddenly dropped. I, of course, kept staring. The girl’s head started to slowly apear from the lower part, like the camera did before, until she met my “Yes i saw that you crazy stalking bitch” look. And she abruptly hid herself. The thing repeated, two more times. By the third time i think she was thinking “Maybe if i look at him and smile he’ll come in and ill have the most romantical fairytale about how we met! My friends at the blind lesbian chess association won’t believe the tale!”*.

By the third time, i was thinking “Ok, i’ve smoked enough, im out of here”.

Damn… This wisconcha is good!

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*The author assumes, due to his cockiness, that this girl had the hot’s for him. No theories mentioning things like “young alternative director” or “serial killer making her research” will be allowed in the comments.

And, c’mon! We cant blame her!

no way

There is no such thing as dirty jeans

(when you are out of cash)

Enfermo

Nada, pero nada, es más insoportable que yo con una canción pegada. La pongo en repeat y la escucho 8 horas seguidas, y me copo igual de mal en todas las reproducciones.

Muchas han sido estas obsesiones pasajeras, y muchas más vendrán.

La obsesión del momento  momento es esta:

Vine a lo de mi tia, me la mostro, y no me la puedo sacar de encima