Test: Are you a pollerudo?
patients, readers, followers, sublinguados, lobotomized, neighbors, friends, colleagues, tourists: This handy test will reveal many hidden aspects of their personalities.
His wife says, "I go to the Chinese." You:
A: Just go to the little monkey to go with it.
B: Take a pop out to Arnold and played a little game of poker.
C: Pretend disinterest, lets go and continues to see if he is lying.
D: We ask that happened to bring him three beers and a pack of butts, and strip to watch the game.
The boys want to apply as a Member of the Sociedad de Fomento. You:
A: I said wait, and runs to consult with the landlady. B
ago lobby to remain as Treasurer ...
C: was denied because it is stuck with something they want to leave.
D: denies, you do not laburar and less free. Comes home angry and pulled to watch the game.
sit alone in his house. It is the ideal time to:
to: send a little message telling her that the strange lady.
B: To calm "that call."
C: Check the drawers in the kitchen if you find anything suspicious.
D: jump to watch the game.
What is the phrase most pronounced?:
A: Yes, dear.
B: How much?
C: Sh, is bugged!
D: Move over, son of the glazier!
of canterito The geraniums are drying up. You:
A: He asks his wife if he wants the water.
B: ideal excuse to crack the nursery Chamuyando around and to the florist.
C: analyze soil yesterday to corroborate the hypothesis of an attack.
D: Not aware. Runs in half an hour because the game starts.
is in the shower and run out of shampoo. You:
A: Call your wife.
B: Silently swipes the inside pocket of his suit that he brought a packet of telo.
C: Rinses, dresses to fart and run to insult the Chinese. He is convinced that sold him the bottle of shampoo in the half.
D: Impossible. For luck, not bathe to be champions.
the carnival balls in his friends disguised as an odalisque. You:
A: You ask the patron to stay close and retouching him blush.
B: Only accepted if there is a cash prize and.
C: Refused. Fears that the paintings will be removed Choren wallet.
D: Dance a little and come home to see the replay.
His mother called the phone every day, always at the same time. You:
A: Attend then, talk a long time and it happens to you his wife.
B: Take the opportunity to crack, have several minutes of free rein.
C: It is quite suspicious, and doubts recording all conversations.
D: Connect the headphones to the television to listen to the game without interruption.
is election day and called for President of Mesa. You:
A: You ask the patron to accompany him and to prime a rich bitter.
B: Take some props to negotiate with prosecutors, committed.
C: Go to your lawyer, he fears that make you a bed.
D: No is not crazy. That Sunday, no game.
's at work and a companion pulls her dogs. You:
A: Call your Lord to come and carry out trail.
B: Keep a clandestine relationship, so do not hear about the other six lovers who have in the office.
C: It does not give ball because he suspects is a joke that he put together his friends.
D: invited to a bar with big screen and edges while watching the game.
In a scratch earns a trip to Salta stay for two people. You:
A: He gives his wife to travel with a friend. Obviously, leading to the airport, I load the bags and watery to dismiss them.
B: What sells fixed.
C: Travel, but sleeps in his bathrobe in the bearing. Feared to have cameras in the room.
D: Check that the cable from the hotel has only three sports channels, so it gives the journey and he stares at the party.
In commemoration of the Bicentennial, you:
A: It was with his wife to watch the parade of former collective, which she loves.
B: Management choripanes four carts and made a difference enviable.
C: Attended with dark glasses and a hat allusive, to avoid being recognized.
D: He was watching the Georgia vs. friendly. Cameroon.
The word "diego", what image comes to mind?
A: My dear father.
B: A suitcase full.
C: The password.
D: That's still nursing ...
RESULT:
Mostly A: You are a true POLLERUDO! Most
B: You are a specialist in taking advantage and fall off. The trap is the spice of life, is a full-blooded pirate. I would venture to recommend the following test that I wrote: Test: Are you a Garc? Most
C: You are paranoid, I recommend contacting the Comrade Dimitri Karrposoff. Most
D: You are Argentine!
Majority Example A:
The real pollerudo depends on the employer to give each and every step of his life yesterday, today and forever.
any doubt about the interpretation of this test, please contact Dr. Romero at 4-22.
"Come with an empty bottle, which filled it with candy"
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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Confidential::: If you can read but not comment
AQLM greets members of the Red Cross in your day! Free drinks in Buat and El Pez Tilente card featuring health experts.
Confidential::: If you can read but not comment
A mysterious manuscript was the tip of the iceberg. A ball that never we suspected that the other side was "Malaverga" and still less that the guy living among us.
all started one morning promised to be quiet, when an improvised script (and I improvised because it is written in a sandpaper) was slipped during the night under the door of the editors on Wednesday. Readers already suspect that whoever found it was Ephraim (our goalkeeper and member of the staph) he was about to sweep the threshold.
overacted with Gothic script and said:
That canyon is on the island, is the will of the Malavarga. I'm not looking.
The news of the mysterious discovery spread like wildfire and were not even 6 o'clock in the morning when all the people were already gathered in the Plaza of March, between disbelief and excitement for the much anticipated appearance of a Malavarga that in all honesty, we had lost all hope to find.
After reading the note to the audience, and with the certainty that a Malaverga was in our dear little home, the steps were specific: to know who was the mysterious offspring, and ruled that it is a joke bad taste. And what better time to put the case in the hands of Dimitri Karrposoff (responsible for domestic spying and member of the Editorial staph), we believe that the meeting was characterized Cordoba biology teacher with glasses ass bottle.
The truth is that without losing time from Cordoba disappeared with the note he left Malaverga and 15 hours later Karrposoff in person cited in a place on the island we can not say where it is, to all members of the Drafting Committee, together with the staff of the First Board Native and twenty representatives of the black movement clandestine Once installed in the tall palm trees, gave us a neat and concise report with few words and sentenced bluntly:
" Rrrrestos of calcecillos of cobrrre and barrra condujerron to me Ante caverrrna Nittanova rrrecién sanded, and is not brrroma "
water goes without saying, and before the entire island boil with big announcement, we went on to rebuke First platoon, who was sanding the last stalagmite with a little boat newsprint in the head. Before you say "good morning" chest stopped her and said:
- If it was me. I Malaverga mother's side. Do you feel like that what I am charged top of that they know my name is "Malaverga? Since that day, when I greet me say hello peanut , chicita hello, is there a right to tell me face Malaverga using My honorable mother's maiden name as an insult?
Director intervened, moved by the words of local telecommunications, comforting:
- You're right, Ante. It would be redundant and in poor taste to call him so. Going to be better than this just between us, do not think any of the 43 we're here to say a word, but yes, it will cost you dearly. Malaverga as authentic it is, and do not take this the wrong way, have to donate the gun to the historic heritage of the island , and swear by our Constitution native never you nor your descendants in straight or curved line wield a caravel against the seas whole world.
The screaming did not allow me to finish speaking. These, enraged, tried to build on a platform to powdered face, but he stopped them, exclaiming:
- Shh, please. What if I fried up the partridge! Yes, yes, accepting all, they donated the cannon , I donated the caravel, as before I donated my services to build the Telo. Mom, God rest her soul, would be proud. She told me that we are indebted to this land, which spared his former life and the nobility tataratataratatarabuelo obliges us for life. Where do I sign?
- I think the word is enough intervened Kasai Nile, local taparrabero and member of the Board. - Well, man, do not put us sensitive, who is not charged by the last name? To me, a boy, I said Nile, Cleopatra greetings on the river, see?! And I danced well, of chops.
- Do not cry, Ante. Come on, man, lift up your spirits ! - Simba said Kinte, president of the Board. - Guys, Pick him up in a litter! In its way, is almost an island grandee! - Now, Ante Nitanova was raised over our heads, shouting "First, First!" . Lusaka Bongo invited us lunch at the Fish Tilente, and until then we face Nitanova, where he was served a taripán "house special" patero and wine aged in hollow palm trunk, vintage 1493. Unfortunately for Suede, Lusaka had forgotten celebration of Red Cross Day : A crowd had gathered at the fish to get a free drink, and we can not leaked the information, which at this time and will be in covers all the evening papers in the world.
From here we send a big hug to face and call on the fans to register as volunteers for cleaning, put into use island and the cannon blast.
Meeting: morning at 4:20 a.m. (tolerance: 15 minutes) Bring
"three Ps": puloi, Tweety and gunpowder.
In the image, Ante Nittanova in the doorway of his cave, hand sanded, surprised to see the arrival of the crowd made up of members of the First Board, the editors and the Black Movement
AQLM greets members of the Red Cross in your day! Free drinks in Buat and El Pez Tilente card featuring health experts.
Confidential::: If you can read but not comment
A mysterious manuscript was the tip of the iceberg. A ball that never we suspected that the other side was "Malaverga" and still less that the guy living among us.
all started one morning promised to be quiet, when an improvised script (and I improvised because it is written in a sandpaper) was slipped during the night under the door of the editors on Wednesday. Readers already suspect that whoever found it was Ephraim (our goalkeeper and member of the staph) he was about to sweep the threshold.
overacted with Gothic script and said:
That canyon is on the island, is the will of the Malavarga. I'm not looking.
The news of the mysterious discovery spread like wildfire and were not even 6 o'clock in the morning when all the people were already gathered in the Plaza of March, between disbelief and excitement for the much anticipated appearance of a Malavarga that in all honesty, we had lost all hope to find.
After reading the note to the audience, and with the certainty that a Malaverga was in our dear little home, the steps were specific: to know who was the mysterious offspring, and ruled that it is a joke bad taste. And what better time to put the case in the hands of Dimitri Karrposoff (responsible for domestic spying and member of the Editorial staph), we believe that the meeting was characterized Cordoba biology teacher with glasses ass bottle.
The truth is that without losing time from Cordoba disappeared with the note he left Malaverga and 15 hours later Karrposoff in person cited in a place on the island we can not say where it is, to all members of the Drafting Committee, together with the staff of the First Board Native and twenty representatives of the black movement clandestine Once installed in the tall palm trees, gave us a neat and concise report with few words and sentenced bluntly:
" Rrrrestos of calcecillos of cobrrre and barrra condujerron to me Ante caverrrna Nittanova rrrecién sanded, and is not brrroma "
water goes without saying, and before the entire island boil with big announcement, we went on to rebuke First platoon, who was sanding the last stalagmite with a little boat newsprint in the head. Before you say "good morning" chest stopped her and said:
- If it was me. I Malaverga mother's side. Do you feel like that what I am charged top of that they know my name is "Malaverga? Since that day, when I greet me say hello peanut , chicita hello, is there a right to tell me face Malaverga using My honorable mother's maiden name as an insult?
Director intervened, moved by the words of local telecommunications, comforting:
- You're right, Ante. It would be redundant and in poor taste to call him so. Going to be better than this just between us, do not think any of the 43 we're here to say a word, but yes, it will cost you dearly. Malaverga as authentic it is, and do not take this the wrong way, have to donate the gun to the historic heritage of the island , and swear by our Constitution native never you nor your descendants in straight or curved line wield a caravel against the seas whole world.
The screaming did not allow me to finish speaking. These, enraged, tried to build on a platform to powdered face, but he stopped them, exclaiming:
- Shh, please. What if I fried up the partridge! Yes, yes, accepting all, they donated the cannon , I donated the caravel, as before I donated my services to build the Telo. Mom, God rest her soul, would be proud. She told me that we are indebted to this land, which spared his former life and the nobility tataratataratatarabuelo obliges us for life. Where do I sign?
- I think the word is enough intervened Kasai Nile, local taparrabero and member of the Board. - Well, man, do not put us sensitive, who is not charged by the last name? To me, a boy, I said Nile, Cleopatra greetings on the river, see?! And I danced well, of chops.
- Do not cry, Ante. Come on, man, lift up your spirits ! - Simba said Kinte, president of the Board. - Guys, Pick him up in a litter! In its way, is almost an island grandee! - Now, Ante Nitanova was raised over our heads, shouting "First, First!" . Lusaka Bongo invited us lunch at the Fish Tilente, and until then we face Nitanova, where he was served a taripán "house special" patero and wine aged in hollow palm trunk, vintage 1493. Unfortunately for Suede, Lusaka had forgotten celebration of Red Cross Day : A crowd had gathered at the fish to get a free drink, and we can not leaked the information, which at this time and will be in covers all the evening papers in the world.
From here we send a big hug to face and call on the fans to register as volunteers for cleaning, put into use island and the cannon blast.
Meeting: morning at 4:20 a.m. (tolerance: 15 minutes) Bring
"three Ps": puloi, Tweety and gunpowder.
In the image, Ante Nittanova in the doorway of his cave, hand sanded, surprised to see the arrival of the crowd made up of members of the First Board, the editors and the Black Movement
Friday, June 4, 2010
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EMOTION.
last thing has been really excited. There
I leave. Grande Miguel, great.
MY SON MIGUEL HERNÁNDEZ.
You have refused to close his eyes, killed me,
open to the sky as two swallows: color
crowned in June, and is dew
morning away to certain regions.
Today, a day underground, dark, underground
as rainy, deserted,
with moisture from my body sunless future underground
as I Having A buried.
Since you are dead do not encourage morning fire
snatched from your eyes solar, precipitated
October against our windows,
gave way to autumn and the sea was dark.
devoured you the sun, single rival deep shade and the remote
launched on you;
light pushes you down taking you to the bottom,
tragándote, and it is as if you were born.
Ten months into the light, rounding the sky, sun
dead, dark, buried, eclipsed. Bypassing
withered on your hair, your flesh was evening
at dawn on one side.
The bird asks for you, body to the east, rising at dawn
meat and accurate joy;
kid who just learned to laugh, so long, that only certain flowers
die with your smile.
Gone, gone, gone like the swallows,
summer bird that elusive live at the foot of the ice:
swallow open to some fine pen, scissors
enemy sinks in flight. Flor
was not able to harden teeth
reaching the slightest sign of the ferocity. Life as a sheet
lip emerging
sheet that slides when ringing begins.
Sea councils will have won nothing ...
I come from a cute sun give a stab,
to bury a piece of bread into oblivion,
to cast eyes on a handful of nothing.
Green, red, dark green, blue and gold;
the latent colors of life, orchards,
the center of the flowers at your feet for, sad
of dark black, stiff white bass.
Women cornered: look how it is day.
(Ay, without setting eyes forever at the dawn!)
But in your belly, but in your eyes, my wife, continues to fall
desolate night.
last thing has been really excited. There
I leave. Grande Miguel, great.
MY SON MIGUEL HERNÁNDEZ.
You have refused to close his eyes, killed me,
open to the sky as two swallows: color
crowned in June, and is dew
morning away to certain regions.
Today, a day underground, dark, underground
as rainy, deserted,
with moisture from my body sunless future underground
as I Having A buried.
Since you are dead do not encourage morning fire
snatched from your eyes solar, precipitated
October against our windows,
gave way to autumn and the sea was dark.
devoured you the sun, single rival deep shade and the remote
launched on you;
light pushes you down taking you to the bottom,
tragándote, and it is as if you were born.
Ten months into the light, rounding the sky, sun
dead, dark, buried, eclipsed. Bypassing
withered on your hair, your flesh was evening
at dawn on one side.
The bird asks for you, body to the east, rising at dawn
meat and accurate joy;
kid who just learned to laugh, so long, that only certain flowers
die with your smile.
Gone, gone, gone like the swallows,
summer bird that elusive live at the foot of the ice:
swallow open to some fine pen, scissors
enemy sinks in flight. Flor
was not able to harden teeth
reaching the slightest sign of the ferocity. Life as a sheet
lip emerging
sheet that slides when ringing begins.
Sea councils will have won nothing ...
I come from a cute sun give a stab,
to bury a piece of bread into oblivion,
to cast eyes on a handful of nothing.
Green, red, dark green, blue and gold;
the latent colors of life, orchards,
the center of the flowers at your feet for, sad
of dark black, stiff white bass.
Women cornered: look how it is day.
(Ay, without setting eyes forever at the dawn!)
But in your belly, but in your eyes, my wife, continues to fall
desolate night.
Fondue Without Fondue Pots
TO KILL THE MOON. NO DEATH
Those who kill the moon
are the same as always,
the flowers that start
death with their boots.
Those miserable life and murder
dreams that poets sing
looking for a new time.
have not love,
not play drums, or sing
bolero,
or painted hearts
in the green trees,
or sandy beaches,
or dance the merengue
pa'echar out their sentences.
Those who kill the moon
are the same as always,
the flowers that start
death with their boots.
Those miserable life and murder
dreams that poets sing
looking for a new time.
have not love,
not play drums, or sing
bolero,
or painted hearts
in the green trees,
or sandy beaches,
or dance the merengue
pa'echar out their sentences.
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