No le digo Heidi porque es muy susceptible, pero lleva el chivo bajo el brazo.
Maitena Burundarena,
Rumble.
Hace 14 años.
30 de agosto de 2011
Loco no se vuelve el que quiere sino el que puede.
Gabriel Rolón,
Palabras Cruzadas.
Gabriel Rolón,
Palabras Cruzadas.
25 de agosto de 2011
Hey man!
Hey!
Dude, you're looking pretty swoll! You've been working out?
Uh yeah... why you're looking?
Oh, no like that man, I mean, no homo.
Ohh, no homo!
Cool!
When you want to compliment a friend
No homo
But you don't want that friendship to end
No homo
To tell a dude just how you feel
No homo
Say no homo so he knows the deal
No homo
Hey, yo, man, you've got a fresh style
No homo
And you know you've got the best smile
No homo
Your girlfriend is a lucky lady
No homo
With your looks you'll make a handsome baby
No homo
I like the way your shoulders fill out that shirt
No homo
It's hard to pull off but you make it work
No homo
Hey, yo, I kinda like your natural scent
No homo
Hey, yo, I kinda like the musical Rent
No homo
Man, I can't decide who wore it best
No homo
But I'm feeling Diane Keaton's best
No homo
I admit it: I'm a fashionista
No homo
And I know every line of Mystic Pizza
No homo
Damn! This rose is something special
No homo
Yeah! We should goof around and wrestle
No homo
Let's hit the hot tub and take a dunk
No homo
We're all friends ain't no need for trunks
No homo
Man, I'm really feeling buzzed right now
No homo
Are you really feeling buzzed right now?
No homo
Yo, we should watch this gay porno tape
No homo
But as a joke 'cause we're all straight
No homo
Man, you could wash laundry on those abs
No homo
Yo, I think girls look good in drag
No homo
Hey, I've been thinking about posing nude
No homo
Yo, I've been thinking about f*!#ing a dude
No homo
We could three way sixty nine
No homo
Or human centipede in a line
No homo
Or some docking could be hella fun!
No homo
Oh yeah, man, or I could do this one!
No homo
Hey, yo no homo but I want to dress up like Dorothy
And butt f*!# a dude while he's 69's Morrisey
No homo but I wish I lived in Ancient Greece
To give young Socrates the illful release
Hey, yo, no homo, but today I'm coming out the closet
Wanna scream it from the mountains like a gay prophet
These two words have set me free
No homo
Damn! it feels good to be
No homo
No Homo,
The Lonely Island.
Hey!
Dude, you're looking pretty swoll! You've been working out?
Uh yeah... why you're looking?
Oh, no like that man, I mean, no homo.
Ohh, no homo!
Cool!
When you want to compliment a friend
No homo
But you don't want that friendship to end
No homo
To tell a dude just how you feel
No homo
Say no homo so he knows the deal
No homo
Hey, yo, man, you've got a fresh style
No homo
And you know you've got the best smile
No homo
Your girlfriend is a lucky lady
No homo
With your looks you'll make a handsome baby
No homo
I like the way your shoulders fill out that shirt
No homo
It's hard to pull off but you make it work
No homo
Hey, yo, I kinda like your natural scent
No homo
Hey, yo, I kinda like the musical Rent
No homo
Man, I can't decide who wore it best
No homo
But I'm feeling Diane Keaton's best
No homo
I admit it: I'm a fashionista
No homo
And I know every line of Mystic Pizza
No homo
Damn! This rose is something special
No homo
Yeah! We should goof around and wrestle
No homo
Let's hit the hot tub and take a dunk
No homo
We're all friends ain't no need for trunks
No homo
Man, I'm really feeling buzzed right now
No homo
Are you really feeling buzzed right now?
No homo
Yo, we should watch this gay porno tape
No homo
But as a joke 'cause we're all straight
No homo
Man, you could wash laundry on those abs
No homo
Yo, I think girls look good in drag
No homo
Hey, I've been thinking about posing nude
No homo
Yo, I've been thinking about f*!#ing a dude
No homo
We could three way sixty nine
No homo
Or human centipede in a line
No homo
Or some docking could be hella fun!
No homo
Oh yeah, man, or I could do this one!
No homo
Hey, yo no homo but I want to dress up like Dorothy
And butt f*!# a dude while he's 69's Morrisey
No homo but I wish I lived in Ancient Greece
To give young Socrates the illful release
Hey, yo, no homo, but today I'm coming out the closet
Wanna scream it from the mountains like a gay prophet
These two words have set me free
No homo
Damn! it feels good to be
No homo
No Homo,
The Lonely Island.
21 de agosto de 2011
- ¿Y ? ¿Qué le pareció ?
- Una porquería, un aburrimiento, un embole. La gente no podía aplaudir porque se les cayeron los testículos entonces les impedían el movimiento. Escucháme, el cumpleaños de un año de un mormón es la casa de Naná al lado de esto, una reunión de tupperwares es Las Vegas con bailarina incluída comparada con lo que escribiste vos.
El Padre Atilio
Agarráte Catalina 2011
- Una porquería, un aburrimiento, un embole. La gente no podía aplaudir porque se les cayeron los testículos entonces les impedían el movimiento. Escucháme, el cumpleaños de un año de un mormón es la casa de Naná al lado de esto, una reunión de tupperwares es Las Vegas con bailarina incluída comparada con lo que escribiste vos.
El Padre Atilio
Agarráte Catalina 2011
17 de agosto de 2011
Si encontrás algo más fino
que el filo de tu silencio
sólo entonces te amaré.
Rebuscada tu respuesta
tanto como tu cabeza
tenía que ser mujer.
Yo sólo quería unos mimos
un suspiro de tu ombligo
una sopa con sabor.
Eras un rompecabezas
disfrazado de princesa
eras puro rocanrol.
De este amor que
nunca vio la luz
no sintió el calor
no sufrió el dolor
no vivió el morir
muy grande la cruz
muy chico el honor
enana actitud
de vivir mejor.
Ya había encallado mi barco
En medio de tu pollera
Nunca fui buen capitán.
Aunque a veces digo basta
en las noches de subasta
me la juego hasta ganar.
Como toda señorita
eras bien histeriquita
eras una ola en el mar.
Siempre cinco para el peso
siempre abrazo, nunca un beso,
y ahora ni torta ni pan.
Ni este amor que
nunca vio la luz...
sólo me quedan recuerdos
de ese sueño momentáneo
viejos tiempos de adicción.
A planteos poco cuerdos
al placer del desengaño
a la dulce confusión.
Sólo me queda el consuelo
de saberme muy tranquilo
yo ya sé que la peleé.
Me pensaba que era el ciego
me pensaba que era el pueblo
que era el tuerto y que era el rey.
de este amor que
nunca vio la luz...
Lo más fino,
Las pastillas del abuelo.
que el filo de tu silencio
sólo entonces te amaré.
Rebuscada tu respuesta
tanto como tu cabeza
tenía que ser mujer.
Yo sólo quería unos mimos
un suspiro de tu ombligo
una sopa con sabor.
Eras un rompecabezas
disfrazado de princesa
eras puro rocanrol.
De este amor que
nunca vio la luz
no sintió el calor
no sufrió el dolor
no vivió el morir
muy grande la cruz
muy chico el honor
enana actitud
de vivir mejor.
Ya había encallado mi barco
En medio de tu pollera
Nunca fui buen capitán.
Aunque a veces digo basta
en las noches de subasta
me la juego hasta ganar.
Como toda señorita
eras bien histeriquita
eras una ola en el mar.
Siempre cinco para el peso
siempre abrazo, nunca un beso,
y ahora ni torta ni pan.
Ni este amor que
nunca vio la luz...
sólo me quedan recuerdos
de ese sueño momentáneo
viejos tiempos de adicción.
A planteos poco cuerdos
al placer del desengaño
a la dulce confusión.
Sólo me queda el consuelo
de saberme muy tranquilo
yo ya sé que la peleé.
Me pensaba que era el ciego
me pensaba que era el pueblo
que era el tuerto y que era el rey.
de este amor que
nunca vio la luz...
Lo más fino,
Las pastillas del abuelo.
3 de agosto de 2011
Cuando uno ama,
Cuando uno ama, siente cosas.
¿Y qué es el amor?
¿Qué es el amor?
Amor. Cinco letras que resumen una sola palabra.
Lo que uno siente al amar se resume en una sola palabra:
Mucho cariño.
Y sí, y sí, claro que sí.
El amor retumba en el corazón haciendo bum bum.
El amor está ante todo sucundum sucundum
Y claro,
¿Cómo hacemos para vivir sin amor?
Necesitamos, necesitamos el amor.
Como el sol necesita el día
Como la luna necesita la noche
Como Adán necesita a Eva
Como Dick necesita a Van Eich
Como Ortega necesita a Gaset
El amor, el amor lo tiene todo...
José María Listortti,
Un Poema de Amor,
38 Poemas de Amor y Desencanto para Atardeceres de Enamorados
2 de agosto de 2011
Había oído decir alguna vez que la mujer ideal es la que se convierte en pizza justo cuando el hombre ideal termina de hacer el amor y cae en un ataque de hambre.
Maridos,
Ángeles Mastretta.
27 de julio de 2011
Ir y venir. Descanso y agite. Fin y principio. Con ustedes, el verano. ¡Por fin, rajemos! Solo por tres meses. Sus personajes son todos. Hola, ¿que tal? El bañero que vigila, las que vigilan al bañero. Los paleteros. El que se hace milanesa, el que se come la milanesa. La de las cremas. El surfer, y el que mete panza, tan musculoso. Las olas, el viento. ¡Ay qué frío! El del sweater, el del pozo. Los que se aburren de la playa, los que van siempre. Los "¿hay equipo?". El que pesca, el que no. Los de la segunda quincena. Los amores de verano. Los torneos de verano. El ganador. Gloria. El maestro. Las chicas. Los inadaptados de siempre. Y, Quilmes. Gloria para ellos. Gloria al verano.
Gloria,
Publicidad de Quilmes.
26 de julio de 2011
In my country there's a saying that means love is just around the corner. I come from a neighbourhood with a lot of prostitutes.
Gloria,
Modern Family.
24 de julio de 2011
Lo principal es que el muchacho sea sanito.
Que no me fume ni me tome pa' empezar.
Que haga deporte y se levante tempranito.
Que coma sano y no le guste trasnochar.
En lo posible que sea cauteloso y cauto.
Que eso en el hombre es la virtud fundamental.
Si no es así que por lo menos tenga un auto,
Porque la nena está aprendiendo a manejar.
Si es por pedir, yo pediría que sea lindo.
Pa' que los niños salgan lindos como él.
Y si no es lindo, por lo menos que sea bueno.
O por lo menos tenga un padre Coronel.
Si es bien blanquito, ¡sí!
Si es bien blanquito, habrá que conocer los suegros,
Y averiguar cómo es la rama familiar.
No sea cuestión que tenga algún pariente negro,
Y andar mezclando el chocolate con el pan.
Los rubiecitos, ¡sí!
Los rubiecitos suelen ser casi un milagro,
Pero algo turbio también pueden esconder.
Después te dicen que les gusta Queso Magro,
Y tienen toda la familia en Israel.
Que no sea chino, ¡no!
Que no sea chino, santo Dios que no sea chino,
Y digo chino en el sentido general,
Por esos chinos de países similares
Que no son chinos pero son chinos igual.
Le pido a Dios que no me traiga a un boliviano,
Ni mucho menos un peruano, por favor.
Que sea católico apostólico romano,
Que no me vayan a enchufar ningún mormón.
Pero volviendo al tema horrible de los chinos,
El chino es loco por su honor y su moral.
Si se le cae el cucurucho de un helado,
Igual se te hace un Hara Kiri en La Cigale.
Que por favor no vaya a ser un macumbero,
Ni una lesbiana disfrazada de varón.
Que no sea plancha ni tampoco metalero.
Que no sea hippie, patovica o maricón.
Ni paraguayo, ni chileno, ecuatoriano,
Mucho charango, mucho indio y el color.
No vas a andar lideando vos con el problema,
Que en Uruguay Rivera ya solucinó.
Pero confío en su criterio y en su juicio.
Ella solita va a poder elegir bien.
Mientras que sea un hombre abierto y sin prejuicios
Y que la quiera y que la acepte como es.
El novio de mi nieta,
Agarrate Catalina.
Que no me fume ni me tome pa' empezar.
Que haga deporte y se levante tempranito.
Que coma sano y no le guste trasnochar.
En lo posible que sea cauteloso y cauto.
Que eso en el hombre es la virtud fundamental.
Si no es así que por lo menos tenga un auto,
Porque la nena está aprendiendo a manejar.
Si es por pedir, yo pediría que sea lindo.
Pa' que los niños salgan lindos como él.
Y si no es lindo, por lo menos que sea bueno.
O por lo menos tenga un padre Coronel.
Si es bien blanquito, ¡sí!
Si es bien blanquito, habrá que conocer los suegros,
Y averiguar cómo es la rama familiar.
No sea cuestión que tenga algún pariente negro,
Y andar mezclando el chocolate con el pan.
Los rubiecitos, ¡sí!
Los rubiecitos suelen ser casi un milagro,
Pero algo turbio también pueden esconder.
Después te dicen que les gusta Queso Magro,
Y tienen toda la familia en Israel.
Que no sea chino, ¡no!
Que no sea chino, santo Dios que no sea chino,
Y digo chino en el sentido general,
Por esos chinos de países similares
Que no son chinos pero son chinos igual.
Le pido a Dios que no me traiga a un boliviano,
Ni mucho menos un peruano, por favor.
Que sea católico apostólico romano,
Que no me vayan a enchufar ningún mormón.
Pero volviendo al tema horrible de los chinos,
El chino es loco por su honor y su moral.
Si se le cae el cucurucho de un helado,
Igual se te hace un Hara Kiri en La Cigale.
Que por favor no vaya a ser un macumbero,
Ni una lesbiana disfrazada de varón.
Que no sea plancha ni tampoco metalero.
Que no sea hippie, patovica o maricón.
Ni paraguayo, ni chileno, ecuatoriano,
Mucho charango, mucho indio y el color.
No vas a andar lideando vos con el problema,
Que en Uruguay Rivera ya solucinó.
Pero confío en su criterio y en su juicio.
Ella solita va a poder elegir bien.
Mientras que sea un hombre abierto y sin prejuicios
Y que la quiera y que la acepte como es.
El novio de mi nieta,
Agarrate Catalina.
22 de julio de 2011
Juégate un polvo al Trivial del amor
Me llevas de ventaja dos quesitos...
Putita,
Joaquín Sabina.
Me llevas de ventaja dos quesitos...
Putita,
Joaquín Sabina.
19 de julio de 2011
There’s a little bit of the day we met
A whole long list of my regrets
There’s a two step dance that never swings
A little bit of you in everything
The shimmering of the Christmas lights
A lonely tone in the deepest night
As Nat King Cole softly sings
A little bit of you in everything
But, I don’t want to carry these old feelings anymore
There’s a little bit in the books I read
A little bit in the films I see
A little bit in those common themes
There’s a little bit of you I keep with me
The sound of a train in the empty night
A voice of a girl in the lazy lights
As Nat King Cole softly sings
A little bit of you in everything
But, I don’t want to carry these old feelings anymore
No, no, no I don’t want to be haunted by the choices I made before
Tell me one thing that’s worth saving
From this nameless generation
Give me one thing, give me one thing,
give me one thing
One thing forever more
Well, there’s a little bit of the day we met
And a whole long list of my regrets
As I look out onto the airplane wing
A little bit of you in everything
A little bit of you in everything
A little bit of you in everything
Tell me one thing that’s worth saving
From this nameless generation
Give me one thing that you’ll cherish
You’ll hold onto and keep sacred
Give me one thing
One thing forever more
There’s a little bit of you in everything
A little bit of you in everything
Little bit of you in everything,
The Rentals.
A whole long list of my regrets
There’s a two step dance that never swings
A little bit of you in everything
The shimmering of the Christmas lights
A lonely tone in the deepest night
As Nat King Cole softly sings
A little bit of you in everything
But, I don’t want to carry these old feelings anymore
There’s a little bit in the books I read
A little bit in the films I see
A little bit in those common themes
There’s a little bit of you I keep with me
The sound of a train in the empty night
A voice of a girl in the lazy lights
As Nat King Cole softly sings
A little bit of you in everything
But, I don’t want to carry these old feelings anymore
No, no, no I don’t want to be haunted by the choices I made before
Tell me one thing that’s worth saving
From this nameless generation
Give me one thing, give me one thing,
give me one thing
One thing forever more
Well, there’s a little bit of the day we met
And a whole long list of my regrets
As I look out onto the airplane wing
A little bit of you in everything
A little bit of you in everything
A little bit of you in everything
Tell me one thing that’s worth saving
From this nameless generation
Give me one thing that you’ll cherish
You’ll hold onto and keep sacred
Give me one thing
One thing forever more
There’s a little bit of you in everything
A little bit of you in everything
Little bit of you in everything,
The Rentals.
06 de julio de 2011
Jesus stole my baby
Jesus stole my girl
He took her away for an hour every sunday
And cut all of her beautiful curls
She was always easy seven days of the week
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique
Said that she just want's to save me
Said you can't go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so God damn seriously
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains
Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby again
So she can see what kinda state I've been in
Jesus stole my baby
So maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine
Now she's so dull and divine
May not be nice but thats the way that it is
And I'm lost here among the clowns
Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones
Of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled microphone
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously
Jesus stole my baby,
The Fratellis
Jesus stole my girl
He took her away for an hour every sunday
And cut all of her beautiful curls
She was always easy seven days of the week
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique
Said that she just want's to save me
Said you can't go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so God damn seriously
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains
Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby again
So she can see what kinda state I've been in
Jesus stole my baby
So maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine
Now she's so dull and divine
May not be nice but thats the way that it is
And I'm lost here among the clowns
Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones
Of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled microphone
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously
Jesus stole my baby,
The Fratellis
15 de junio de 2011
And whenever I'm sad, you say it's not so bad,
for every problem there's a "Final Solution"...
Little Tiny Moustache,
Stephen Lynch.
for every problem there's a "Final Solution"...
Little Tiny Moustache,
Stephen Lynch.
14 de junio de 2011
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd but you a house
( I would buy you a house)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you furniture for your house
(maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd but you a K-car
(a nice reliant automobile)
If I had a 1,000,000, I'd buy you love
If I had a 1,000,000
I'd build a treefort in our yard
If I had a 1,000,000
You could help it wouldn't be that hard
If I had a 1,000,000
Maybe we could put a refrigerator in there
Wouldn't that be fabulous!
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you a fur coat
(but not a real fur coat that's cruel)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you an exotic pet
(like a llama or an emu)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd but you John Merick's remains
(All them crazy elephant bones)
If I had a 1,000,000 I'd buy your love
If I had a 1,000,000
We wouldn't have to walk to the store
If I had a 1,000,000
We'd take a limousine cause it costs more
If I had a 1,000,000 We wouldnt have to eat Kraft dinner
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
i'd buy you a green dress
(but not a real green dress that's cruel)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you some art
(A Picasso or a Garfunkel)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you a monkey
(haven't you always wanted a monkey?)
If I had a 1,000,000
If I had a 1,000,000
If I had a 1,000,000
If I had a 1,000,000
I'd be RICH!
If I had one million dollars,
Barenaked Ladies.
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd but you a house
( I would buy you a house)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you furniture for your house
(maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd but you a K-car
(a nice reliant automobile)
If I had a 1,000,000, I'd buy you love
If I had a 1,000,000
I'd build a treefort in our yard
If I had a 1,000,000
You could help it wouldn't be that hard
If I had a 1,000,000
Maybe we could put a refrigerator in there
Wouldn't that be fabulous!
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you a fur coat
(but not a real fur coat that's cruel)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you an exotic pet
(like a llama or an emu)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd but you John Merick's remains
(All them crazy elephant bones)
If I had a 1,000,000 I'd buy your love
If I had a 1,000,000
We wouldn't have to walk to the store
If I had a 1,000,000
We'd take a limousine cause it costs more
If I had a 1,000,000 We wouldnt have to eat Kraft dinner
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
i'd buy you a green dress
(but not a real green dress that's cruel)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you some art
(A Picasso or a Garfunkel)
If I had a 1,000,000
(If I had a 1,000,000)
I'd buy you a monkey
(haven't you always wanted a monkey?)
If I had a 1,000,000
If I had a 1,000,000
If I had a 1,000,000
If I had a 1,000,000
I'd be RICH!
If I had one million dollars,
Barenaked Ladies.
5 de junio de 2011
Seems like these days the whole world's on fire.
Things keep blowin' the hell up,...
And while all those rubberneckers and looky loos stand slackjawed staring,
The real men have the nuts to walk away.
Cool guys don't look at explosions
They blow things up and then walk away
Who's got time to watch an explosion?
Because cool guys have errands that they have to walk to..
Keep walkin', keep shinin'
Don't look back keep on walkin'
Keep struttin' slow motion
The more you ignore it, the cooler you look
Ladies & gentlemen, please join me in welcoming...
Mr. Neil Diamond!
ha ha ha....Where are we?!
Cool guys don't look at explosions
They stride for it in their diamond covered boots
They wear jumpsuits with glitter and rhinestones
And walk away in slow motion...
Keep walkin', you're cruisin'...
Cherry Cherry... Sweet Caroline...
Denzel walks...
Will Smith walks...
Mark Wahlberg is wearin a hat!
We're going solo....JJ Abrams!
Yeah!
Now you're talkin'!
Okay.
Because,
Cool guys don't look at explosions,
Things are hot but they've to chill,
Walk fast from the boring explosion,
And don't think about the people you've killed
2...3...4!
Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions,
Andy Samberg, Will Ferrell & JJ Abrams.
Things keep blowin' the hell up,...
And while all those rubberneckers and looky loos stand slackjawed staring,
The real men have the nuts to walk away.
Cool guys don't look at explosions
They blow things up and then walk away
Who's got time to watch an explosion?
Because cool guys have errands that they have to walk to..
Keep walkin', keep shinin'
Don't look back keep on walkin'
Keep struttin' slow motion
The more you ignore it, the cooler you look
Ladies & gentlemen, please join me in welcoming...
Mr. Neil Diamond!
ha ha ha....Where are we?!
Cool guys don't look at explosions
They stride for it in their diamond covered boots
They wear jumpsuits with glitter and rhinestones
And walk away in slow motion...
Keep walkin', you're cruisin'...
Cherry Cherry... Sweet Caroline...
Denzel walks...
Will Smith walks...
Mark Wahlberg is wearin a hat!
We're going solo....JJ Abrams!
Yeah!
Now you're talkin'!
Okay.
Because,
Cool guys don't look at explosions,
Things are hot but they've to chill,
Walk fast from the boring explosion,
And don't think about the people you've killed
2...3...4!
Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions,
Andy Samberg, Will Ferrell & JJ Abrams.
4 de junio de 2011
- Hola. Hola a todos. Mi nombre es Luis. Muchos me conocerán, aunque sea de vista ya que llevo viviendo aquí muchos años junto a mi esposa Nena. No soy muy amigo de las palabras pero las circunstancias de tener el brazo enyesado me obligan a estar aquí frente a ustedes hablando por este micrófono. Si bien muchos nos hemos lastimado con estos golpes creo que debemos alegrarnos de que todavía no ha habido un caso de heridas serias. Pero, para mí, es solo una cuestión de tiempo. No hay nada más traicionero que un pozo. No se ve, no se escucha, no se huele, no se siente. Creo que tenemos que encontrar a los responsables lo antes posible para recuperar la paz que es la garantía obligatoria de este lugar, la razón por la que generalmente nos hemos mudado aquí. Muchas gracias.
Luis Marziano,
Los Marziano.
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