Tuesday, December 29, 2009

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Ojojona: More Than Love and Beans "


share some pictures from my last visit to picturesque Ojojona, located in the department of Francisco Morazan, very close to our capital Tegucigalpa.
To be honest, I had almost a year of not visiting this town, and has given me great joy to know that every time there are more options in crafts, as well as places to eat.
The images show that lives and breathes Ojojona is much more than "Love and Beans", to the delight of all visitors, especially those who are Honduran crafts lovers.
I hope you enjoy these images and those in Honduras, not only conform with the photos, visit Ojojona and support domestic tourism, which both takes all of us.



Colatto Stay, you will find choices of soups and dishes. Great atmosphere and attention!
















These chickens are made to store bought eggs.
Very original and colorful!


hands of the artisans and craftsmen favored by God!
You may apply at the time of purchase, any legend or dedication to their craft. Likewise, you can order the colors you like best.


Crafts unpainted. Equally beautiful!
I bought several houses for my birth.



Sun and Moon, are complemented by their colors and shapes!
A wide variety of handicrafts in games 2 and 3 pieces.

Ojojona The picturesque streets!
doors always artisans open to all visitors.


For walls and kitchen, crafts for all tastes.


Angels and cherubs: a special touch to decorate our surroundings.


of Colorado in Colorado, artisans happy life!


In the painting, artisans embody his feelings and love for his craft.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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Happy Christmas and New Year


Dear Family and Friends

That
receive many blessings this Christmas Daddy God, and love, peace and joy that only He knows to give, are dwelling in their hearts.

Thanks for sharing wonderful and unforgettable moments along the 2009, which has been so difficult for everyone in our beloved Honduras. Our hope is that the year is about to begin will be much better with the help of God and our commitment to achieve it.

Those who are far away, I tell you always tell them and they are strange! From here I send a tamalito imaginary and virtual Toast ... thanks for keeping in touch ... I can not lose!

You are all my angels in this journey that sometimes makes me so heavy. I love them!

Congratulations!
Irina Orellana Photography, Crafts Ojojona, Honduras

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

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Christmas cards from Tegucigalpa


In my capacity as an unconditional lover of photography amateur (because I still do not enroll in a good photography course), I captured this image that I want share. Was taken from my car at full speed (if I know ... I'm a danger behind the wheel!)


These gentlemen without sleigh or reindeer, much less gifts, go to work "San Nicolas", all day Saturday at noon. Their fate is one of the malls Tegucigalpa (I know because after de tomar la fotografía, seguí el camión, que por cierto va conducido por otro San Nicolás). Su misión consiste en regalar muchos JOJOJOs a todos los niños que encuentren por delante! Y si el día es malo, seguramente serán la causa de muchos llantos y gritos inexplicables entre aquellos pequeños que por razones desconocidas les tienen fobia, como esta servidora la tuvo en su niñez.


Que viva la Navidad! Ven Niño Jesús a nuestros corazones!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Metallic Taste Chest Pain

The pleasure of "Blogging" personal


Después de ver la más reciente película de Meryl Streep, "Julie and Julia "and shared by more than 4 years a piece of my life through this blog, I wonder if in fact, my experiences have caused some impact on the lives of others. Why write? And I conclude that at the bottom always want someone to read our lines, hoping that this safety valve, and served as a good catharsis, an echo of other people who do not even know ... it's like leaving a small footprint in cyberspace! All hate anonymity, and we get recognition from others in some way.

For personal blogs, I'm not so sure about how necessary it is to be a good writer for you read, or if it is only the factor "entertainment", or the need to generate money through writing ... I guess that happens with blogs as well as with the books so many tastes and interests, is difficult to get the attention of the majority, especially of publishers (which always seek the return of the book they decide to publish).


For me the greatest pleasure of writing without having the guarantee of a specific reader, has no logical explanation. I write because I was born and when I do, I like it. I generated a pleasure as great as that of a cold beer, or listen to the symphony of Honduras, to name just a few examples. I also love to reread and remember how I lived life at crucial moments, especially during those times were "bad." If at any time I get a comment or check out this blog, will always be welcome! Without a doubt, my pleasure will be much higher!

Friday, December 11, 2009

Funny 30th Marriage Anniversary Invitation

Only ...


Only a few lines tonight,
tirelessly to confirm my love for you,
to tell you that despite your neglect,
still waiting for your safe return boredom felt before.

Only a few thoughts thrown into the wind,
in honor of you,
to where you are,
while I contemplate my solitary glass of wine, where
reflect my sad eyes and a smile rather than grimace.

Only a couple of sighs twisted
touch forward at this time as before,
and lose my consciousness in the depths of your being.
Lines: Irina Orellana
Art: Katie (GothicDeath), Flickr.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Milky Cm One Day Before Period

The taste of the good news


For those who live in crisis, the good news known to glory. I refer not only to financial crisis, but crisis emotional, spiritual, and sometimes social.

The good news today came as a result of a call I made to a good friend based in the United States, immigration status until recently uncertain. After nearly 8 years, his residency papers will eventually ... that greatest blessing! It's been so long since Hurricane Mitch marked the history of Honduras, and as Freeman Lis, many compatriots migrated to America in search of a better future, not necessarily material, but a future in which we made ourselves feel more full, happy to see the result of effort and hard work!


try back in time and think about the last 8 years of our friend ... how much has been sacrificed, how much has been lost, much has waited very patiently, with faith that everything will be fine despite how difficult it becomes to live in a foreign land. The cost of uprooting is incalculable, the absence and emptiness of those who will not be measured in terms comprehensible to human reason. They become mothers, fathers, wives, grandmothers, sons, daughters, brothers and sisters, uncles and friends among many ... waiting for the return, hoping that is not the simple batch, the one that set the pace for good or bad economy absent.


For friends the pain is not as great as that of the family, and after a while we get used to the absences. The big challenge we have is to continue feeding the friendship despite the distance, and ask in our prayers the brothers one day left looking for a better future, to return not as "deportees", but as worthy citizens for having achieved the dream proposed.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

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many cried the night! Unforgettable

For the memory, these photos documenting the goal by Carlos Pavon, who gave us pass the 2010 World Cup ... No words!



That night, October 14, Pavón was not alone in your tears ... many, many cry of joy!



Here

2 legionnaires and figures of our H. .. and deserve this championship, and Dad finally fulfilled God's desire.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Preventive Fish During Pregnancy

South Africa


I had to wait 27 years to attend the second screening of Honduras to a world cup. We're going to South Africa 2010, after beating 1-0 to the selection of El Salvador suffered in a meeting in Guanacaste land ... The Goal by Carlos Pavon was not enough if Costa Rica won its match against the United States. Finally, we made the final pass through Jonathan Bornstein, jersey No. 12, the team "gringo" who scored a goal to head in the final seconds of the meeting held against Costa Rica in Washington DC

Thank you Mr . Bornstein ... you made my day!
For those who do not believe in miracles, the goal of Mr. Bornstein was a godsend for all Hondurans ... AMAZING!




In this picture with my dear cousin Gabby. Thank you for sharing this moment !

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Monday, September 28, 2009

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Monday, September 21, 2009

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Chapter IV - My last refuge

Chapter IV
My last refuge

I woke up at six o'clock in the same position in which I had fallen asleep at about half past four. I sat on the bed, closing his eyes again and remained in that position twenty minutes. My eyes opened when I felt a strong blow to the neck. I have blood, touch me. I see my father looked at me with an iron bar in his hand threatening. I explained that I was playing because every human being has needs. It breaks the bar in the head, now if I bleed. Quickly appears in the doorway of my bedroom door to door service for casual blood donations (SADSAC) and begin to shrink blood on the floor of my room, with buckets and other equipment. A nurse told me that with the amount of was losing blood generously could shoot the second and the third part of "Saving Private Ryan."

When I got out into the street I looked in the rearview mirror of a car and I noticed something white. She had bad body, so I went to a bar for breakfast.

- Give me a glass of sangria.
- Marching ...

As I was the waiter told me that marching was a word that was widely used in the jargon of hotels, but I could stay.
Soon came with my glass of sangria.

- Want something to eat, sir?
- Yes, bring me some jobfish.

While talking to the waiter I noticed a girl sitting at the bar staring at me. The bartender ordered the bar come down immediately, she obeyed. He changed his place and stood beside me. I looked in his eyes. It was a pretty girl, well dressed really well. He wore a tight-fitting blue sky, a yellow skirt and green boots of water. Beneath his boots white socks were observed with bits of straw embedded. She asked for a wine. I thought quickly that we both liked to drink red. Soon the waiter brought their white wine.

- Do you watch? "He asked.
- Yes, you want to know the time?
- No, I often ask people if Remove watches, you know how many times we see the time in life?
- No. .. "I said.
- Me neither. I think nobody knows. To this question hundreds of people every day and nobody seems to know, 'she said. Is this the clock that gave away the choco-krispies? "He said pointing at my pink watch.
- Yes, I every day I get one, I have them all.
- I have forty-three, I need one, but I do not finish the collection, is too much money, "said depressed.
- What's your name?
- Maria, Maria Refugio.
- I Globule, blood cell lo-lo. The name is Japanese.
- Your father is Japanese? "Said Mary.
- No, it Winstonero, called Lolo.
- What is Winstonero?
- is a kind of snuff cartons dealer, "I said. Waiter, the son of a bitch.

The waiter told me my white wine sangria and were two hundred pesetas. I gave him a punch for trying to make me pay its white wine. Mary told me that it was his wine, not wine waiter. I looked at Mary, who was looking for money in his bag of elephant skin. Quickly took out money from my pocket and put it on the bar.

- Quiet Mary, do not look much, we played a hundred pesetas each, my hand is laid ... Chapter

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Snomobile Trailer Cap

http://p-vocacional.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-barbero.html

A man went to a barbershop to cut his hair and trimmed his beard, as is customary in these cases filed a pleasant conversation with the person who served.

talked about many things and touched many issues. Suddenly touched on the subject of God, the barber said:

"Look, sir, I do not believe God exists as you say ...
- But?, Why do you say that? - Asked the client.
"Well it's easy, just go to the street to realize that God does not exist. Tell me, do if God existed, would have so many sick, would be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be no suffering nor pain for humanity, I can not think of a God who permits these things.

The customer thought for a moment, but would not respond to avoid an argument. The barber finished his job and the client went out of business. Just left the barber shop on the street saw a man with a beard and long hair, a long time apparently not cut it and looked very messy. Then went back to barbershop and the barber said:

- You know something? barbers do not exist,
- What do you mean there? - Asked the barber if I'm here and I am a barber.
- No! - Said the customer - no, because if there would be no people with hair and beard as long as that of the man who goes by the street.
- Ah! barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to me!
- Exactly! - Said the client - that's the point, God exists what happens is that people do not go to Him and seek Him, why is there so much pain and misery in the world.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

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Story Details we should know! Greek barber shops

The Barbers Antiquity

past, the barbers were not limited to treatment of hair coming to perform other functions typical of dentists or doctors. In fact, attending a barber from the thirteenth century did well to pull out a tooth and to perform senc illas of surgery such as lancing boils, ulcers bind or make indentations.

At that time, remove blood from the body was considered a solution to restore the health of the patient regained his balance. To practice barbers bleeding the patient's arm dipped in hot water and he made a tourniquet. Then, looking among the most conducive swollen veins and blood extracted by making an incision in it. [2

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The Greeks cared very much for your beard. The barber shop was not only frequented by those who needed the service of the barber for a haircut, shave, cut nails and calluses and small hair pulling, but was also, according to Plutarch, a meeting without wine, which were discussed and local political news.

According to tradition, many Macedonians were killed by the Persians hanging from their long beards and pulling them toward the ground. Accordingly, Alexander had his troops to shave during the battle. After the time of Alexander the Great, the barber business became profitable due to the custom to stop wearing a beard, despite protests from several states.

Alexander

Alquifrón describes a Greek barber with the following words: "You see how I have tried a barber in your street, the storyteller who raises the mirror and smashes their knives in harmony. I went to shave me, I was politely put me in a high chair, I wrapped a towel and passed the knife on my cheek gently to remove the thick hair. But this was a bad trick on his part. He did it in parts, but by the entire chin, and some places the left rough, others softened without realizing the it. "

In works of art, especially in portrait statues, the beard was always a particular feature. Most are arranged in graceful loops and covers the chin, lips and cheeks, without separation of the mustache. Old portraits only the wedge-shaped beard is combed into long wavy lines, and the pins are separated from the whiskers. We have the example of the magnificent head of Zeus crowned with the diadem of Talleyrand's library.

crowned head of Zeus

normal hair color was dark blond hair was considered of great beauty. Homer gives blond curls Menelaus, Achilles and Meleager. Also consider the hair as one of the biggest signs of male beauty. There were less well placed loops of the girls and women praised by the tragic poets.

Among the Spartans became a sacred custom, derived from the laws of Lycurgus, let his hair grow as soon as the child reached the age of efebos, whereas hitherto it had been short. This custom lasted among the Spartans until they defeated the Achaean federation. But they paid no attention to the hair: only on special occasions, for example on the eve of the Battle of Thermopylae, the Spartans are so arranged in a special way.

In Athens, around the time of the Persian wars, the men used to wear long hair tied at the top of the head with a rope that was fastened with a fork in the form of cricket. However, the monuments do not offer any examples of this custom. Only the portraits of two pancraciastas, a monument probably dating from Roman times, discovered an analogy with the ancient custom Attic. After the Persian war, when the dress and customs Ionians had undergone a change, it became customary to cut the hair of children reaching the age of efebos and dedicate it as an offering to the gods, for example to Apollo at Delphi or to a local god. However, attics people wore their hair very short and their slaves, but they used to let it grow according to their own taste and fashion. Only dandies, like Alcibiades, let your hair fall over her shoulders in long curls. Philosophers sometimes also attempted to revive the old customs have long hair.
http://themaskedlady.blogspot.com/2009/06/las-barberias-griegas.html

Saturday, September 5, 2009

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Chapter III - looking for a job ... and I ate what was below

III
looking for a job ... and I ate it below

started walking and I was a tourist. He walked up and down looking confused, right and left, center, and inside. Put me another wine. I drink. Another. Another. Asked the cover. They gave me a sheet of Fanta. I did not like the detail, so I went, but not before saying goodbye.

Thanks, bye motherfuckers ... - I told the waiter.
Until then, thank you sir.

suddenly cut short. On the ground, in the middle of the street, he noted, his surroundings, looking around. Could not be. Nobody seemed to be watching. It was impossible to be in the ground and no one had noticed. Hice dos movimientos, rápidos y eléctricos, y me lo metí en la boca. Un chicle de fresa en el suelo, cuando se lo cuente a mis amigos no se lo creen, pensé. Recordé que sólo me hablaban mis padres pero daba igual, se lo podía contar a ellos.

Caminando encontré una pequeña tienda de discos. Entré a preguntar si tenían una referencia.

Hola, ¿qué tal?, oye, ¿teneis una referencia?- pregunté.
Tenemos miles de referencias- respondió gracioso.
Ah, vale gracioso, entonces teneis una referencia... -afirmé.
¿ Cómo sabes que me llamo gracioso?

Tras unos momentos de silencio y confusión continué con my office.

Do you know which disk is one that says "I am the kiss that is given without being able to comment, I'm that name ever given you, I am forbidden"
Who sings that? "Asked ignorant.
Bambino, my son. The song is "I am forbidden." From the album The force of destiny. It was just to see if still not know.
How much today?
Same thing yesterday, spent seven years asking price on the same disk ... "He snapped.
And you take seven years without knowing the song title. How much, Rayman? - Asked the boy in the box. I Rayman call him because they know prices, or so he says.
nineteen ninety five pesetas, Globule. VAT inclusive.
When you get out of a thousand pesetas will buy it. I'll keep waiting ... Bastards tomorrow! - I cordially
bye bye, thank you sir.

I returned to the street and turned to look like a lost tourist, bumping into more people who could do it wanting. I decided to experiment and start looking for shocks and intentionally tripping. Suddenly collided with a bystander, I fell to the ground
head, just above some trips would someone had thrown just two minutes (I knew the time accurate temperature expulsion thereof).
A man shouting into a corner, I stood beside him and asked him what was wrong. I did it this way:

- What happens?

He did not answer but continued to scream.

- What happens?

Given the immense grief that came from that man turned around and went to a sandwich shop that was right up front. I bought a tuna sandwich with Nutella. When I came back to the street watched stunned that the man of immense grief had moved from his place and I saw him getting on a nearby street. I would also like to get involved but I have no cocaine, I thought. I crossed the road between a street in the other a break and I stood behind him. The man walked away faster and faster, so it was difficult
follow, so I started running after him with tuna and Nutella sandwich in his right hand. I quickly caught up and, shrugging his shoulders and bowing his head, I charged him from behind. The man of immense grief was still crying, now on the ground, and looked at me amazed at the tackle had been completed. I went on my way, while giving the first bite of my tuna sandwich with Nutella.

I finally reached the place of the interview. It was 12 pm. Called on telephone.

- Yes?
- Yes, that is.

opened the door and started up the stairs. Every ten steps retreated twelve, due to falls. Falls on stairs are always downhill, unlike the fall in space that are uphill. My father said that the slopes were so named because it was hard climb. I initially thought that if it had been for that call costs are rather steep, so I assumed that the costs are so called because they are expensive and the slopes because it costs upload (or does not cost them down).
At last I reached the ground floor, where I had my interview, I knocked on the door b, where he my interview, I asked John, with whom I had my interview. I attended a lady in her underwear I explained how, from nine in the evening, the business changed ownership and was transformed into a brothel. I asked for work, sending shit John. The girl told me he was going to give more work than they could do but he asked me to deliver him away. After spending over forty minutes with a stick, I got left clean ears. She thanked me. I kept the stick of memory. Well, now was not a stick, was a giant cotton these children eat in the park. Gift it to the first child I see down the street. Died there.


I came home after four in the morning and I found a note on my desk: Do
.
I go to games and I find another note: "Blood Cell, I have called the work, the interview is tomorrow at eight o'clock." Signed: Mom blood.
If not for my mother what would happen to me. I wondered why I have called the phone to tell me that canceling the appointment. I took the phone from his pocket. I had not put his hand in this pocket. Mobile appeared next to the Treaty of Versailles manuscript and hard for years invested in stock market and has become two hundred thousand. In the mobile fifty-seven I have missed calls. I decided to go to sleep, and that within a few hours would have to get up to head back to the job interview, hoping for better luck this time.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Complete Afleveringen Operation Repo

When a star

Years ago I was close to literary stardom ... this is not nothing, because even won a prize in a web, this is no more and no trace. also the award was not rewarded with a prize, so nothing.
there is little evidence of my success, but thanks to google I found one. I leave at home!! here I leave the link to the article in which I appear:

http://www.elpais.com/articulo/andalucia/liberacion/escritores/elpepiautand/20020219elpand_32/Tes/

after a few years in the dark globule is returning to where or where or where it should be provided: (I write in several languages \u200b\u200bto internationalize the blog)
at the bottom.

I think I'll open a section where you talk about people who do not like. I'm thinking to start with ... Ramoncín? .. and is very popular, is so disgusting that even lazy about it ..

believe that the section be called: If I were in "live" eat me first a. ..........


ask the two readers that I have a preference if they do know the

Friday, July 3, 2009

Lindsey Dawn Mckenzey Peeing

Chapter II - Ugly Dogs

Once inside I calmed down and started walk more slowly. I lit a cigarette. He closed his eyes to give the sets to appear more interesting. This all I got was stumbling to a gentleman and extinguish the cigarette in the back.

- Excuse me, "said the man.
- Sorry, sorry ... any day something will happen to someone and you are only going to say sorry, sorry ... - I taught him how to behave.

The man was removed from my path and went looking down the tracks.

After carrying down the stairs two and half hours, finally saw a subway line, the black, ending in the nucleus. I ride, I had to do to go to Atocha transfer but not I had been bad. I consulted my watch. He insulted me in turn. I was not sure it was good that clock ultra so I got the seat and asked what time all the passengers that were in the car. Pointed out the hours that I said and, after making the average hours put in mine. Listened to all sorts of answers to my question:

- Hey, do you have time?
- Yes, quarter past one, "answered a gentle young man.
- Hey, do you have time?
- No, here in the metro I have no coverage, "answered another boy.
- Hey, do you have time?
- not young, and I said, did not have before and I have nothing to give you hours, or a quarter-me said a lady.

When I had my clock I realized it was late. He was late for my job interview, so I started to cross to reach the front wagons. I knocked on the door leading to the cabin.

- Yes?
- Why, yes ... "I said
- What do you want? - Said the commander of the metro.
- I want you a little faster, I have a job interview, "I cried because there was a deafening noise.
- Since I pretty quickly, I'm just reading the country ... "He said. Allow

impossible for the commander of the underground and you do not understand. I changed my way of locomotion. He saw the roof of a lever called the emergency brake. I pulled it and automatically a guitarist and singer who were in the middle of playing a ranch wagon fired out the rear of the train. The door opened. I ran.

He was, finally, on the street. I breathed hard. I decided not to get more shots at least until after lunch. I took a piece of gum from his pocket and swallowed me. I got another hairline. A character that seems a cop touches my shoulder. I turn.

- good money, "said the police
- Yes, but Indurain is not the same," I said sincerely.

After a moment of doubt, policeman touched his ear and made the gesture of thinking. I remembered that there are environments in which these gestures are more than words.

- Well, well, guy snorting cocaine taxi hood up in Puerta del Sol .. -Drafted the police.
- This is badly written, it appears that above the Puerta del Sol is a cab hanging over the taxi and I am. Indeed, it is snorted, inhaled do with the pot of glue, "he corrected.
- Agreed.

After an exchange of addresses and phone numbers to keep her friendship with the police left all my details and said he would call me. I do not even gave me her phone number.

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Chapter I - Morenaza Fantastic

Once I had a great day. I had a job interview, but sometimes not really know who is the interviewee. I got up early, ate breakfast my two eggs with bacon and tomato. I read the papers and relax. After a while I was chatting with my family. Carefully put on my best suit, hopped into a car and went to the interview. I did this to drive carelessly.

The truth is that nothing was so exactly ... I got up at eleven o'clock, and I got the interview was not at dawn, and although I stuck this early start, something noted the hours of sleep. Nothing else was getting up to the bathroom urgently and stayed until a quarter to twelve spitting in the sink, when I finally got rid of snuff I got to breakfast. The choco-krispies finishes, but the package was kept in the closet as if they were, did not know why.
I saw in a closet located off another package krispies. Thank goodness. These are called race-krispies and are colorful. I started my breakfast cereal with milk, making as much noise as I could to chew, which was a lot. A relative of mine I do not remember whose relationship appeared in the kitchen and watched. Meanwhile, I kept his head up, mouth open and making strange noises while I slipped the milk down his chin. I could not help laugh.

- What do dog food breakfast?

After spitting on the ceiling everything in her mouth I thought of the situation. In the case of the cereals are not any pictures of dogs had been what they usually have these packages. Looking good is a picture of a very hairy, but thought it was a breakfast for jevis.

dispensed with shower and shave because neither was a Sunday, nor were the village festival, or Christmas morning, so I did not come to mind. Yes, I put on my best tracksuit sponsored. I went out and, as I forgot to pee in the house I ran back to the elevator and made it inside. When I came out of the elevator in front of a neighbor, who was preparing to use the montapersonas pissed.

-... and every day the same dog pees in the elevator ... - I said.

I walked to the subway, I stopped by a kiosk and I took a magazine from one side without being seen. Today went well, I thought, I took a football magazine, quality journalism. Yesterday I had an art or something, anyone dares to it. I walked to the subway and went to the box office. I saw two box office selling tickets for metro and train the piece.

- Hello, good morning bastards .- greeted them.
- Good ... very good wear slippers ... - I replied.
- I want a ticket.
- what? "Asked simultaneously.
- Strawberry, do not fuck ...
- What meter? - Insisted.

Among the flavor and size do not know if I was buying a flash or a ticket for the metro. As I thought this was coming I saw an aunt who was savagely. She also came to buy your ticket.

- Hi, Barbara, I invite you to a metro ... - I said
- What? - Asked confused.
- To him! - I yelled as I got off the pants.

then ran out and took advantage of the confusion to sneak without paying.