jueves 26 de febrero de 2009

Yayayaya, ahi el gran tema


No habia podido pagar la tanda de las semanas pasadas, pero hoy me toca a mi!!!
Aqui les dejo mi gran tema, sacado directamente de mi trasero....


El gran tema presenta....

Yo no soy latino...


Y no es que me sienta nordico, africano o asiatico, pero es que no me siento incluido en la concepcion mundial de  "latino", yo no bailo reggaeton, de hecho me caga, odio las noches latinas en los antros, celia cruz no es mi orgullo y mucho menos emilio estefan y mirka dellanos. 
Originado todo por la cantidad de mojarras que vivimos en este pais, en donde la mayoria provienen de las zonas marginadas, se ha desarrollado un concepto de "latino" un poco vago y excluyente, consideran mexicano a todo moreno proveniente de abajo del rio bravo hasta el canal de panama, consideran "latino" a todo hispanoparlante que baila ricosuave... El espanol no es nada mas que un latinoamericano, tan jodido como el mexicano o el argentino, nos han quitado la individualidad, si soy mexicano, si soy latino, si soy hispano, pero no soy eso nada mas.

Si ser latino es bailar samba, merenge, reggaeton y sentirme rebelde cantando "me vale" de mana, yo no soy latino.

Yo no bailo, bueno, de repente samba y a veces unos tangos cachondones, yo no me depilo las cejas como daddy yankee y por supuesto me caga primer impacto...

No puedo luchar contra eso, el mundo es un lugar basado en las apariencias y asi seguira siendo, he comenzado a disfrutar dicendo que en mexico no hay carreteras y que todos andamos en burros, ah, y que no hay ciudades y que las calles no estan pavimentadas, llamo compatriotas a los guatemaltecos y me gusta que el gringo promedio sienta inseguridad al estar cerca de un mexicano, que se guarden sus carteras.

Yo no soy latino, soy Alberto.




miércoles 25 de febrero de 2009

Karaoke?

Quien se apunta???






Las dos vacas locas

Two Cow Politics World Ideologies Explained by Reference to Cows

FEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.

PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The government gives you a glass of milk.

BUREAUCRATIC SOCIALISM: Your cows are cared for by former chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs the rules say you should need.

FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.

PURE COMMUNISM: You share two cows with your neighbors. You and your neighbors bicker about who has the most "ability" and who has the most "need." Meanwhile, no one works, no one gets any milk, and the cows drop dead of starvation.

RUSSIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. You take care of them but the government takes all the milk. You steal back as much milk as you can and sell it on the black market.

PERESTROIKA: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the Mafia takes all the milk. You steal back as much milk as you can and sell it on the "free" market.

CAMBODIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.

DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. The government taxes you to the point that you must sell them both in order to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow which was a gift from your government.

REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.

BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.

CAPITALISM #1: You don't have any cows. The bank will not lend you money to buy cows because you don't have any cows to put up as collateral.

CAPITALISM #2: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

PURE ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price, or your neighbors try to take the cows and kill you.

ANARCHO-CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

OLYMPICS-ISM: You have two cows, one American, one Chinese. With the help of trilling violins and state-of-the-art montage photography, John Tesh narrates the moving tale of how the American cow overcame the agony of growing up in a suburb with divorced parents, then mentions in passing that the Chinese cow was beaten every day by a tyrannical farmer and saw its parents butchered before its eyes. The American cow wins the competition, severely spraining an udder in a gritty performance, and gets a multi-million-dollar contract to endorse Wheaties. The Chinese cow is led out of the arena and shot by Chinese government officials though no one ever hears about it. McDonald's buys the meat and serves it hot and fast at its Beijing restaurant.

LIMBAUGHISM: You used to have two cows. They may be dead; you don't know, because you can't smell them through the stench rising off your unwashed, 1,500-pound bulk. It's been six years since you could fit into the shower. You blame the entire situation on an evil government conspiracy, and click the remote to another talk show.

X-FILES-ISM: Your two cows turn out to be the government. They milk YOU. You are saved by two generic bimbos, a female and a male with blow-dried hair, after (1) a car chase, involving UFOs, (2) a gunfight, and (3) a seance. The aliens get the advertising revenue after the Nielsens rise

lunes 16 de febrero de 2009

Los consejos como las maldiciones

Si no haces lo que te aconsejaron, caeras en lo que te dijeron que pasaria...

como las maldiciones
por eso no me gusta recibir consejos
no me gusta la obligacion

Welcome to my life


sábado 14 de febrero de 2009

The Daily Clip






(8)cuandoooo me van a consagraaar, quisiera ser un iiidoloooo (8)...

miércoles 11 de febrero de 2009


Feliz dia de San Valentin, Wall-E!!!

martes 10 de febrero de 2009

The daily clip

Hoy presentamos a...

Esto...


Roko dice: yo bailo mejor que esa perra

lunes 9 de febrero de 2009

a poco no lo aman?

(EGT: Mama, yo no fui) y Avances


A nombre del Tonchi, la tanda de esta semana es: YO NO FUI MAMA....

La neta que siempre fui bien teto y nunca hice travesuras, excepto de esta, que nomas yo me crei que me saldria con la tuya....

Que pasa cuando tu papa se queda dormido en la sala justo al lado de unas tijeras y su hijo el mas pequeno.......

Yo creia que el cabello crecia con tonicos capilares, asi como en las caricaturas de bugs bunny, y por eso, decidi hacerle a mi papa un corte de cabello moderno para que usara uno de esos sombreros ridiculos que usan los papas y los judios, le corte un circulo en la parte superior-trasera de su cabeza, se desperto y no se dio cuenta, tire las tijeras a la basura, con todo y el cabello, y fue cuando me di cuenta de la barbaridad que habia cometido, la verdad no me preocupe, pense que tal vez mi papa creeria que se habia quedado calvo de la noche a la manana, dos dias despues, mi madre y mis hermanos me estaban levantando juicio de sultan a califa, y por mas que me acusaban yo decia: asi esta de pelon mi papa... juro que yo no fui, mama, yo no fui....


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Ahora, con dos trabajos, medios dias libres y sin vida, yeto se incorpora a la vida oficinista y busca diversion en los articulos a su alcance....
Luego actualizaciones.
Besos

Pd. Ya me rasure