jueves, agosto 17, 2006

Hoy no tengo nada para mostrar

Pero tengo algo para leer. Es una parte del último stand-up de Chris Rock sobre el matrimonio. Está bueno, habla de lo que se pierde con el casamiento desde el punto de vista de la mujer y del hombre. Lo dejé en inglés porque creo que el humor no se puede traducir sin que pierda buena parte de su gracia. Excelente el final sobre qué tan difícil es el matrimonio.
Nothing gets you ready for marriage, man; nothing.

No one tells you that once you get married you will never fuck again.
If you like fucking, marriage ain't for you!
I haven't fucked in seven years! I´ve had intercourse.

I hate intercourse!

Intercourse is what you get when you're fresh out of the shower, on nice sheets; fucking's in the back of a rental car, that's fucking!

Nobody gets you ready for that shit. Nobody tells you that once you get married you will never get pussy again! If you like pussy, marriage ain't for you!
I haven't had pussy in seven years! I've had vagina.

I hate vagina!

I came out of a vagina, and as soon as I got out I said "man, I have to get me some pussy!"

What they don't tell you is that married women don't have pussies; married women have vaginas.
When you go to a wedding, and the woman is throwing the bouquet, she ain't throwing a bouquet, she's throwing the pussy!

- I won't be needing this no more!

And the woman that catches it is the next one to get married, you know why? 'cause now she has two pussies!

But it ain't just men that lose out on a marriage, women, you all lose out too. Once you get married he will never lick your pussy again. Pussy, vagina, whatever the fuck you wanna call it; He will never lick your pussy again. I see some married women with tears in their eyes right now. He will never lick your pussy again.

- Forever, ever?
- Forever, ever!

But don't get me wrong, ladies: he'll give it one coat; but he ain't gonna put the finish on it like he used to; he used to put a spit shine on your pussy. The pussy'd be so bright you had to put shades on just to look at it. There'd be a little sticker next to the pussy 'objects in pussy may appear closer than they actually are'.

No more blowjobs, fellows; if you get married, no more blowjobs. If you like blowjobs, marriage ain't for you!
I haven't had a blowjob in seven years! I've had felatio.

I hate it!

When you're single, you get the best blowjobs in the world! eight, twelve, fifteen minutes straight! like the girl is auditioning on your dick!

When you get married, shit! Every married man I know gets the same lazy-ass blowjob. After three licks she goes '- Is it hard? put it in. I've got to fold these clothes'
What kind of lazy-ass blowjob is that? If we were at a restaurant, I'd send it back!

'- Waiter, this blowjob ain't ready!'

Marriage is tough, man. Here's how tough marriage is: marriage is so tough that Nelson Mandela got a divorce. Nelson Mandela spent twenty seven years in a South African prison. Got beaten and tortured everyday for twenty seven years. Made him do hard labor in the 100º south african heat and did it with no problem.
Got out of jail, after twenty seven years of torture, spent six months with his wife and said 'I can't take this shit!!'.

miércoles, agosto 09, 2006

Nada para decir, algo para mostrar


El mono chico y yo, en la feria del libro infantil

No necesitan mencionar que sacar fotos y estar en ellas no es mi fuerte...

Estoy escuchando 'Happy', de los Rolling Stones. Salu2!
Well I never kept a dollar past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants
Never made a school mama happy,
Never blew a second chance, oh no

I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy

Always took candy from strangers,
Didn't wanna get me no trade
Never want to be like papa,
Working for the boss ev'ry night and day

I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy
Baby, won't ya keep me happy
Baby, please keep me

I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy

Never got a flash out of cocktails,
When I got some flesh off the bone
Never got a lift out of Lear jets,
When I can fly way back home.

I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy

miércoles, agosto 02, 2006

Odio a la gente

Esta mañana, después de la sesión diaria de sauna móvil entre Lanús y Constitución, me dirijo al subte, cual pieza de Tetris tomo la forma del espacio disponible entre la gente que me apreta, y el barral que está al lado de la puerta, y justo antes que se cierren las puertas sube un cuarteto de pelotudos que se pasó todo el viaje hablando en voz alta y cagándose de risa como si estuvieran sentados en un bar un viernes a la noche...

Las mañanas me gustan silenciosas, con el ocasional gesto o murmullo/gruñido en casos de extrema necesidad (como cuando se te quieren colar en la fila del subte).

Motherfuckers, qué mierda tomarán para estar tan contentos apenas salen de sus casas???

Estoy escuchando 'Lluvia sobre Bagdad', de Skay Beilinson. Ahí se ven.

Nunca pudo entender nunca pudo elegir, nunca nada
Sorprendido miró que en cielo brillaba una luz
Nunca antes la vió, nunca antes sintió su perfume
Una estrella fugaz, una tarde de abril y la lluvia..

Soñó que el estaba de pie como un árbol
Vió su cara reir, su cabeza rodar por el suelo
Se detuvo el reloj se detuvo a las seis menos veinte
Una tarde de abril, una estrella fugaz y la lluvia.