Ya sé que no tiene que ver con Wonka y Fito, pero es que... es que... Manda cojones lo de la Sinde!
26/3/10
LOS 10 MANDAMIENTOS DE UN PERRO
1.- No te enfades conmigo por mucho tiempo,ya que mi vida solo dura más o menos de 10 a 15 años.
2.- Dame cariño y afecto, que lo necesito mas que nada.
y dame tiempo para averiguar que quieres de mi.
3.- Tú tienes tu trabajo, tus amigos, te entretienes y yo solo te tengo a ti.
4.- Hablame, aunque no entienda tus palabras, entiendo el tono de tu voz cuando me hablas. Se consiente en tu forma de tratarme puesto que nunca la olvidaré.
5.- Antes de golpearme o lastimarme, recuerda que también puedo lastimarte con un mordisco pero no lo hago porque te quiero y nunca te haría daño.
6.- Antes de regañarme por ser perezoso y desobediente, pregúntate si algo me molesta, tal vez no me estas alimentando correctamente, he estado mucho tiempo bajo el sol o mi corazón esta envejeciendo o debilitándose.
7.- No me dejes nunca en la calle: no quiero morir en la perrera municipal ni bajo las ruedas de un auto; cierra tu propiedad con una buena reja y no dejes abierta la puerta (acuérdate que también hay ladrones).
8.- Por favor cuídame cuando envejezca ya que tú también envejecerás algún día.
9.- No me abandones jamás: sé tan leal conmigo como yo lo soy contigo; si algún motivo insuperable te obliga a separarte de mí, prefiero que me des en adopcion antes de echarme a la calle.
10.- En mi último viaje no me dejes solo, quédate conmigo y nunca digas que no soportas mirarme. No me dejes enfrentar esto sin ti. Todo es más fácil para mi si tu estas a mi lado por que siempre te amaré.
Un perro no busca grandes coches
casas lujosas o ropa de diseñadores
Con agua y comida estará bien
No les importa si eres pobre o rico
Listo o tonto
Inteligente o estupido
Dale tu corazón y el te dará el suyo.
24/3/10
Encantadores dibus de Mickey
5/3/10
The Melancholy Death of Ikea Red Bed
Little Fito felt colder than ice
And really, that wasn´t so nice...
Always trembling and shaking!
His features blured out of quaking!
So his parents had a great Idea
And a Red Bed came from Ikea!
That way everybody semmed happy...
...But someone was feeling CRAPPY.
One day (today) Bed, Fito and Wonka were alone,
When suddenly Wonka turned into a crone.
With hate he stared at cute Bed
And rapidly towards her he sped!
With jealousy and anger he chew
Red fabric and white cotton up he threw.
Poor Fito was so inmensely sad...
To look at him made you feel very bad.
The kitchen became incredibly silent,
For what had happened had been so violent.
Freaking dead laid the once beautiful Bed,
The floor cottoned-white and blood-stained red...
When Mickey & Mal came back
They almost had a heart attack.
They thought they have never seen
A side of Wonka which could be so mean.
So: That is how he was caught.
Because the more the little snot fought...
And the faster over him the panic spread,
The guiltier ¡GUILTIER! he pled.
And here ends the short story of The Melancholy Death of Ikea Red Bed, by Malorie Knox.
Author´s Note: Mickey thinks (wisely) that Wonka did it out of jealousy, but not because Fito had Bed, but because Bed HAD FITO. And he wanted him back. He got him:
Dedicated to Tim Burton and HIS WONDERFUL BOOK
And really, that wasn´t so nice...
Always trembling and shaking!
His features blured out of quaking!
So his parents had a great Idea
And a Red Bed came from Ikea!
That way everybody semmed happy...
...But someone was feeling CRAPPY.
One day (today) Bed, Fito and Wonka were alone,
When suddenly Wonka turned into a crone.
With hate he stared at cute Bed
And rapidly towards her he sped!
With jealousy and anger he chew
Red fabric and white cotton up he threw.
Poor Fito was so inmensely sad...
To look at him made you feel very bad.
The kitchen became incredibly silent,
For what had happened had been so violent.
Freaking dead laid the once beautiful Bed,
The floor cottoned-white and blood-stained red...
When Mickey & Mal came back
They almost had a heart attack.
They thought they have never seen
A side of Wonka which could be so mean.
So: That is how he was caught.
Because the more the little snot fought...
And the faster over him the panic spread,
The guiltier ¡GUILTIER! he pled.
And here ends the short story of The Melancholy Death of Ikea Red Bed, by Malorie Knox.
Author´s Note: Mickey thinks (wisely) that Wonka did it out of jealousy, but not because Fito had Bed, but because Bed HAD FITO. And he wanted him back. He got him:
Dedicated to Tim Burton and HIS WONDERFUL BOOK
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