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El Reno Renardo - Mis Colegas

Hoy he vuelto a amanecer con escasa lucidez
Entre unos cartones impregnados de orines
Se me ha caído otro diente, ya solo me quedan 4
Necesito un trago, vamos al supermercado
Brik de vino pa desayunar
Que rulen los porros
¡Viva el Don Simón!
La Puri siempre trabajando para esos rumanos
Chencho está en la trena y el Paquito tiene el mono
Curro se ha pasao de dosis y es posible que la espiche
Mientras pego el palo a dos viejas con caniche
Tengo supergen para esnifar
Y esta china que aun huele
Al culo de Hassan

Son mis colegas
En la calle nos pasábamos los petas
Son mis colegas
Nos da igual farlopa, cannabis o anfeta

Cuando no hay pa más me hago chiflos de starlux
Nos metemos por la napia frascos de vicks vaporús
Mojaré en LSD las galletas Chiquilín
Esta noche a ver si hay suerte y no me da fuego un skin
Brik de vino pa desayunar
Y esta china que aun huele
Al culo de Hassan

Son mis colegas
Y los viernes salimos en callejeros
Son mis colegas
Nos verás durmiendo en los cajeros.

Yo salí de casa a por tabaco
Pero al final menuda liada
Ahora estoy tirado y de mi perro y de mi flauta no sé nada

Son mis colegas
En el parque nos pasábamos los petas
Son mis colegas
Nos da igual farlopa, cannabis o anfeta
Son mis colegas
Y los viernes salimos en callejeros
Son mis colegas
Nos verás durmiendo en los cajeros

Adivina adivinanza

¿Cómo se llama el perro de Windows XP?

Goliat. Porque a veces busca, otras veces no busca.

(Sin ánimo de hacer publicidad, y sólo para aquellos que no lo hayan pillado, consultar aquí).

Shut me off 'cause I go crazy

Monster Magnet - Negasonic Teenage Warhead

Saw your face last night on the tube
Strong fine snake in a sucker's vacuum
15 clicks and it's time to say bye
15 trips and a love that won't die
Me and myself killed a world today
Me and myself got a world to save
Broadcast dead revolution don't pay
Strapped up freaks on the Lazarus plane
I can tell just by the climate, and I can tell just by the style
I was born and raised on Venus and I may be here a while
Cause every supersonic jerkoff who plugs into the game
Is just like every subatomic genius who just invented pain
I will deny you
I will deny you baby
I will deny you
I will deny you baby
I will deny you
I will deny you baby
I will deny you
I will deny you baby

Oh baby, I'm lazy
Oh baby, introduce me to God
Oh baby, I'm lady
Oh baby, set a place for the dog, for the dog

Shut me off 'cause I go crazy with this planet in my hands
Shut me off 'cause I go crazy with this planet in my hands
Shut me off 'cause I go crazy with this planet in my hands
Shut me off 'cause I go crazy with this planet in my hands
I can tell just by the climate, and I can tell just by the style
I was born and raised on Venus and I may be here a while
Cause every supersonic jerkoff who plugs into the game
Is just like every subatomic genius who just invented pain
I will deny you
I will deny you baby
I will deny you
I will deny you baby

Hay chistes que te dejan helado

- Hoy he ido a comprar a "La Sirena".
- Y yo a "La Bella y la Bestia".

Just a punk rock song

Bad Religion - Punk Rock Song

Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don't lie, they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please

Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
We keep pushing on

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

Have you visited the graveyard?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party conventions and the real politic
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same
But we swallow it all, and we see nothing change
Nothing has changed...

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a factory we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' robots out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
Big strong people unwilling to give
Small in vision and perspective
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time, running out of time!

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

The figures don't lie, they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time!

This is just a punk rock song,
This is just a punk rock song,
This is just a punk, rock, song!

Proletario y parásito

Con un par

Copirraig bai el siempre genial Forges.

Sonrían por favor

A pesar de mi vagancia permanente, que se mantiene en su punto álgido desde hace meses, hemos llegado a la nada despreciable cifra de ¡¡400 entradas en el blog!!
Seguro que nunca un blog tan absurdo ni con tan poco fundamento ha llegado tan lejos.


¿Lo mejor de todo? Que no tengo que pensar nada para esta entrada, con poner una imagen conmemorativa vale. Ah, por cierto, y encima la he birlado del blog "La piñata frikie".

Hoy me siento...

Eh, con calma...

No hay nada como una buena taza de café

Visto en dailymotion.

El día de la madre

Pixels (Patrick Jean)

Visto en dailymotion.

El aberroncho

Aquí hay tomate

Zas, en toda la boca

Profesora: “A ver, Carlitos: ¿qué nombre se da a una persona que continua hablando aunque los demás no estén interesados?”
Carlitos: ”Profesora”.

Solución al efecto 2000 detectado en la PS3

Más perro que Niebla

Profesora: “Arturo, tu redacción 'Mi perro' es exactamente igual a la de tu hermano. ¿La has copiado?”
Arturo: “No señorita. Es que el perro es el mismo.”

Tropezando en la misma piedra

Guns N' Roses - Civil War

"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men."

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer"

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway

El médico alemán ese que me esconde las cosas

Entra un paisano en la farmacia y le pide al farmacéutico ácido acetilsalicílico.

"Será aspirina, no?", le contesta el farmacéutico.

"Ay, es que siempre se me olvida el nombre".

Do'tó... ¿qué pa'ezco?

El otro día me dijo el médico que me buscara un hobby.

¿Y dónde coño encuentro yo ahora un enano de la Tierra Media?

Tocando... las narices

Una esposa a su marido, que siempre estaba hablando de música:
- ¡¡Me tienes harta!! ¡¡O dejas de hablar de música o te abandono!!
- Sí, mi sol.

Taxi!

- ¿Qué es un taxidermista?
- Dícese de aquel que, bajo pago, lleva a las personas de un sitio a otro en elefante.