Ya yo voy por el primer paso... Este trabajo de oficina es una vaina seria...
viernes, 28 de noviembre de 2008
Cargando 20 ladrillos en la cabeza
Increible la forma de este pana de montarse los ladrillos en la cabeza y llevarlos caminando como si nada!
jueves, 27 de noviembre de 2008
martes, 25 de noviembre de 2008
It's Not For Him, Stupid
An old couple is on a walk, when a pigeon flies by and relieves himself on the woman's head.
"Yech!" says the woman. "Get some toilet paper."
"What for? He must be half-a-mile away by now."
"Yech!" says the woman. "Get some toilet paper."
"What for? He must be half-a-mile away by now."
lunes, 24 de noviembre de 2008
The Dark Knight- Joker Interrogation Scene
Que risa esta escena... En serio pensé lo mismo cuando la vi...
sábado, 22 de noviembre de 2008
viernes, 21 de noviembre de 2008
The Most Gruesome Death
There was a long, long line of spirits at the gate waiting to get into heaven. Not all these spirits could fit into heaven, so the ones who died the worst death would be allowed in.
The first man in line started telling his story, "Well, Peter, you see, I knew that my wife was cheating on me so I decided to come home early from work one day to catch them in action. I got home and searched all over but I couldn''''t find him. Then when I walked out onto the balcony, there he was dangling off the darn thing by his fingertips. So I ran and got a hammer then started beating him with it and he fell. Well, the fall didn''t kill him, because he landed in a bush so I picked up the refrigerator and threw it on him. Although that killed him, the strain gave me a heart attack, and here I am."
The next man came up and started his story. "St. Peter, I always work out on my balcony on the 14th floor of my apartment building. I was on my bike one day and I fell off when it flipped. I sailed over the rail and I thought ''''Please God spare my life'''' and he did. I caught on to a balcony below me. I was even happier when a man discovered me hanging there. But all of a sudden he started beating my hands with a hammer so I fell again. But the dear Lord saved me again when I landed in a bush. But I''''m here now because the guy threw his refrigerator on top of me."
It was now the third guy''s turn to start his story. "Well, Peter, just picture this. I''m hiding butt naked in this married chick''''s refrigerator....."
The first man in line started telling his story, "Well, Peter, you see, I knew that my wife was cheating on me so I decided to come home early from work one day to catch them in action. I got home and searched all over but I couldn''''t find him. Then when I walked out onto the balcony, there he was dangling off the darn thing by his fingertips. So I ran and got a hammer then started beating him with it and he fell. Well, the fall didn''t kill him, because he landed in a bush so I picked up the refrigerator and threw it on him. Although that killed him, the strain gave me a heart attack, and here I am."
The next man came up and started his story. "St. Peter, I always work out on my balcony on the 14th floor of my apartment building. I was on my bike one day and I fell off when it flipped. I sailed over the rail and I thought ''''Please God spare my life'''' and he did. I caught on to a balcony below me. I was even happier when a man discovered me hanging there. But all of a sudden he started beating my hands with a hammer so I fell again. But the dear Lord saved me again when I landed in a bush. But I''''m here now because the guy threw his refrigerator on top of me."
It was now the third guy''s turn to start his story. "Well, Peter, just picture this. I''m hiding butt naked in this married chick''''s refrigerator....."
jueves, 20 de noviembre de 2008
Sensitive Beer
Three hicks were working on a telephone tower - Steve, Bruce and Jed. Steve falls off and is killed instantly.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Bruce says, "Someone should go and tell his wife."
Jed says, "OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it."
Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of beer.
Bruce says, "Where did you get that, Jed?"
"Steve's wife gave it to me," Jed replies.
"That's unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you beer?"
Well, not exactly", Jed says. "When she answered the door, I said to her, 'You must be Steve's widow'."
She said, "No, I'm not a widow!"
And I said, "I'll bet you a case of Budweiser you are.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Bruce says, "Someone should go and tell his wife."
Jed says, "OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it."
Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of beer.
Bruce says, "Where did you get that, Jed?"
"Steve's wife gave it to me," Jed replies.
"That's unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you beer?"
Well, not exactly", Jed says. "When she answered the door, I said to her, 'You must be Steve's widow'."
She said, "No, I'm not a widow!"
And I said, "I'll bet you a case of Budweiser you are.
miércoles, 19 de noviembre de 2008
Ritmo & Compas: El Mito Musical de Madrid
Ahí esta el secreto, ya sabemos por que no triunfamos en la vida musical!!!
Contador Sordomudo
Un jefe de la mafia descubrió que su contador había desviado 10
millones de dólares de la caja.
El contador era sordomudo por eso fue admitido en la mafia, pues como
no podía oir ni decir nada, en caso de una eventual detención y
proceso, no podría actuar como testigo.
Cuando el jefe le fue a preguntar por los 10 millones, llevó consigo a
su abogada, que conocía el lenguaje de las señales de los sordomudos.
El jefe pregunto al contador:
--¿Dónde están los 10 millones que te llevaste?
La abogada, usando el lenguaje de las señales, le hizo llegar la
pregunta al contador, que a su vez respondió con señales:
--Yo no sé de qué están hablando..
La abogada lo tradujo para el jefe:
--El dice que no sabe de que le hablamos.
El mafioso sacó un pistola calibre 45 y apuntó a la cabeza del contador,
gritando:
--¡Pregúntale de nuevo!
La abogada, por señales, le dijo:--Él te va a matar si no le cuentas
dónde está el dinero.
El contador respondió con señales:
--Ok, ustedes ganaron. El dinero está en una valija marrón de cuero,
que está enterrada en el jardín de la casa de mi primo Enzo, en el Nº
400 de la calle 26.
El mafioso le preguntó a la abogada:
--¿Qué dice?
La abogada respondió:
--Dice que no tiene miedo de morir y que usted es un pobre hijueputa
que no es lo suficientemente hombre para apretar el gatillo...
ASI SON LOS ABOGADOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
millones de dólares de la caja.
El contador era sordomudo por eso fue admitido en la mafia, pues como
no podía oir ni decir nada, en caso de una eventual detención y
proceso, no podría actuar como testigo.
Cuando el jefe le fue a preguntar por los 10 millones, llevó consigo a
su abogada, que conocía el lenguaje de las señales de los sordomudos.
El jefe pregunto al contador:
--¿Dónde están los 10 millones que te llevaste?
La abogada, usando el lenguaje de las señales, le hizo llegar la
pregunta al contador, que a su vez respondió con señales:
--Yo no sé de qué están hablando..
La abogada lo tradujo para el jefe:
--El dice que no sabe de que le hablamos.
El mafioso sacó un pistola calibre 45 y apuntó a la cabeza del contador,
gritando:
--¡Pregúntale de nuevo!
La abogada, por señales, le dijo:--Él te va a matar si no le cuentas
dónde está el dinero.
El contador respondió con señales:
--Ok, ustedes ganaron. El dinero está en una valija marrón de cuero,
que está enterrada en el jardín de la casa de mi primo Enzo, en el Nº
400 de la calle 26.
El mafioso le preguntó a la abogada:
--¿Qué dice?
La abogada respondió:
--Dice que no tiene miedo de morir y que usted es un pobre hijueputa
que no es lo suficientemente hombre para apretar el gatillo...
ASI SON LOS ABOGADOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
martes, 18 de noviembre de 2008
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