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Monday, February 8, 2010
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- The illustrious Dr. Finkelstein just sent us this story that I bet my land (the pots) to the product of his adventurous life, and talkative.
- This story is for those who occasionally have a bad day and have needed to get back at someone.
was sitting at my desk when making a phone call and I answered a kind of evil genius.- Good evening, I call the sales department Antel to know if you know the caller identification service ...- Hello! - Good, could talk to Luis Gonzalez?, Said - No one lives here by that name, asshole learn to call on the phone! And I hung up the phone in the most rude. Turns out he had dialed the wrong number, so I proceeded to call the correct phone. After hanging up, I noticed the phone number wrong in my desk and decided to call this number again.And hung up. Immediately I noted the number on my agenda and I put next to the word bastard.
He said the person who had insulted me, so I said: - You are a bastard.Every week when I had some problem or was in a bad mood, he called the guy and when I answered, I said You are a bastard! This made me feel much better, but at the time of the service reminded me of Antel caller ID, so I stopped for a few days call the bastard. One day it occurred to me that:dialed telephone number and when she answered I said: - No, I have no interest and trouble me no more. I replied the type
- Yes, I speak with the gentleman in the blue Renault Clio for sale? - Yes, talk to him. Could you tell me where I can see well the car? - Yes, of course. I live in the Falklands, in Verdi Street N º 1126. house is yellow and the car is parked in front of the house. My name is Eduardo Garcia and I can find at home after 6 pm. - Thanks, I said, "I can tell you something Eduardo? - Yes, of course. - Eduardo, you are a reverend son of a bitch, and he hung up.
Well, from that day and had two sons of whores who call.
After calling time on each turn, it got boring, so I decided to make it more fun and I did the following: Well, from that day and had two sons of whores who call.
motherfucker I called the No. 1 (the coarse type) 
- Hello
- I speak with the son of a bitch?, And this time I hung - Hello - Are you there? See if you stop calling me, bastard. "I do not sing me the ball. 
The guy then asked me in a mild tone: - What is your name? - Eduardo Garcia told And where you live, Eduardo?
- in the Falklands, in Verdi Street No. 1126, in a yellow house where I have a blue Renault Clio parked in front. In less than an hour I'm there to recagarte to blows, soretón! - Oops yes, I'm scared shitless! Son of a bitch! Hiiijo three thousand bitches!, and I hung
After that I called the bastard No. 2 (the car) and when she answered I said
- Look that you are the son of a bitch! 
The guy then asked me in a mild tone: - What is your name? - Eduardo Garcia told And where you live, Eduardo? - in the Falklands, in Verdi Street No. 1126, in a yellow house where I have a blue Renault Clio parked in front. In less than an hour I'm there to recagarte to blows, soretón! - Oops yes, I'm scared shitless! Son of a bitch! Hiiijo three thousand bitches!, and I hung
After that I called the bastard No. 2 (the car) and when she answered I said
- Puto, if I ever find you, I'll break your face and all the bones, he said.
- Oh, yeah? How you're brave? Well let me give you the opportunity for in less than an hour I'm in your house to spoil the snout, the son of a thousand whores to see you're going to do.
Then I called 911 and told them I was going to Malvin, the Via Verdi N ° 1126 to kill my boyfriend gay because I left him for another man.
Then I called a television station to warn that police found a stash in the Malvinas, in Verdi Street N º 1126.
Of course, I went there to enjoy the show, about six patrol around the house, two types RECAGE a pineapple on the street, the police trying to separate them and the television cameras reporting a passionate dispute between two drug dealers fucking.
What do you think? Is not this be a true son of a bitch?
From:
http://losmuertevideanos.blogspot.com/
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