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Eu este, tu este, noi este, ele este...

Say WHAT???

My beautiful angel!

Intrebari de pus pe ganduri

Cineva a adunat niste intrebari. Ca o fi Cabral, ca o fi Succes Dublu, nu stiu. Sunt interesante.
Sunt totusi 19 intrebari pe care merita sa ti le pui. Si sa stai putin pe ganduri.

Biciclisme

Sa cazi odata, cu bicicleta, e accident;
Sa cazi de doua ori, in aceeasi zi, e ghinion;
Sa cazi de trei ori, in aceeasi zi, e prostie. Mergi pe jos, e mai sigur!


Pe de alta parte si mersul pe jos poate fi destul de periculos!!!

Jurnal ex-nicotinic

M-am hotarat!
Si daca tot m-am hotarat, am descoperit un lucru interesant: cand iti propui sa renunti la o dependenta de cate ori te gandesti pe zi la ea? Eu ma gandesc din zece in zece secunde.

Ziua UNU.
Si inca nu s-a terminat!
Sunt mandru sa corectez una dintre cele mai mari greseli pe care le-am facut in viata.

Ziua DOI.
Lipseste ceva. Ma prefac ca nu stiu ce. Dar stiu. Am hotarat sa-l numesc "Experiment" pentru ca sunt foarte curios cat o sa ma tina. Deocamdata am renuntat la aproape 20 de ani de nicotina, brusc. Na. Am spus-o.
Am citit cartea lui Allen Carr, Easy Way to Stop Smoking. Nu stiu ce are asa deosebit cartea. Mi s-a parut, peste toate, ingrozitor de plictisitoare. Si lucrul asta ma face sa cred ca, pe undeva, s-a strecurat si putin subliminal. Adica...sa ne intelegem, eu? vointa? renuntat la fumat? Come On! De cel putin zece ani imi propun, de cel putin cinci "incep" sa ma pregatesc...sa ma gandesc...sa incep sa...
Pi@#$ m%^&!!! As fi fumat o tigara acum. Asa-mi trebuie daca am gura sloboda si m-apuc sa ma laud ca m-am lasat de fumat!
Oricum mare satisfactie nu as fi avut din tigarea de care pomenesc (Hai, macar eu sa ma incurajez, nu?).
Ne auzim in ziua 3.

Ziua TREI:
Mi s-a atras atentia ca sunt prea nervos. Sunt de acord. Am constat si eu ca sunt exagerat de nervos. Poate mi se pare mie dar parca nu gasesc, in cercurile in care ma invart, sustinere. Nimanui nu pare sa-i pese de pasul pe care am indraznit sa-l fac. Ori, probail, prietenilor mei nu li se pare cine stie ce grozavie faptul ca m-am lasat de fumat dupa o "aventura" de aproape 20 de ani. Ori nu cred ca o sa merg pana la capat?
De ce naiba sunt ATAT de nervos? Nu cred ca este vorba de lipsa nicotinei. Refuz sa cred asta desi ma gandesc sa aprind o tigara din 10 in 10 secunde!
Pana la urma ceva-ceva tot este. Ca nici somnul nu mai este asa cum il stiam. Dorm agitat, deocamdata, cu toate astea ma trezesc destul de odihnit; mult mai odihnit decat atunci cand eram plin de nicotina.
Hai ca incep sa descopar singur lucrurile bune la care am renuntat din prostie.
Si inca o descoperire placuta: de cateva zile nu am cheltuit nici un ban pe tigari. Avand in vedere ca fiecare zi venea cu cel putin doua pachete cumparate, de trei zile-n-coace tocmai am strans de o galeata de benzina. Daca o tin asa probabil o sa descopar ca investeam, lunar, mai multi bani in tigari decat in rezervorul masinii...

Experiment (deocamdata)

Citesc o carte. Sunt foarte curios ce are de spus Allen Carr despre renuntarea la fumat. Se lauda ca a fumat 40 de ani si s-a lasat brusc, fara sa aiba nici o problema!
Pe la jumatatea cartii se pune problema banilor cheltuiti. Ia sa vad? Dupa un calcul babesc, pentru ca nu am cum sa fac altfel, adun, inmultesc si raman cu gura cascata: daca pachetul de tigari ar fi costat, de la bun inceput ca pana acum, 8 lei, inseamna ca am aruncat pe tigari cel putin 50 000 de lei!!! Foarte trist!
COPII NU VA APUCATI DE FUMAT!
Fumatorii chiar nu sunt mai fericiti pentru ca fumeaza, nici mai relaxati, nici mai destepti, nici mai cool, nici mai sanatosi...
God dammit!

Pentru sora mea, amatoare de glume bune

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. I stopped at the diner restaurant and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.
All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.
He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.
It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.
Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signalled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.
My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!"
Ugh, I fainted...
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Johnny wanted to screw a girl in his office.....but she belonged to someone else... One day Johnny got so frustrated that he went up to her and said I'll give you a 1000 dollars if you let me screw you....but the girl said NO. Johnny said I'll be fast, I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down, I'll be finished by the time you pick it up. She thought for a moment and said that she would have to consult her boyfriend.....so she called her boyfriend and told him the story. Her boyfriend says ask him for 2000 dollars, pick up the money very fast, he won't even be able to get his pants down. So she agrees and accepts the proposal.
Half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is waiting for his girlfriend to call. Finally after 45 minutes the boyfriend calls and asks what happened......
She said “THE BASTARD USED COINS!!!”
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Si inca una buna. Da' buna tare!
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