Oh, girls! Beer today, no. I’m swollen again.
Cold, Rosi? Apple and plum compote! It tells you everything.
I don’t know. I think it’s gases.
Gas?! NO! Now this is very dangerous!
From?
Haven’t you figured it out? They stigmatize the poor cows. They blame them for global warming.
I’m curious and what do I have to do with cows? Are you implying something, Elvi? Look, we’re not talking about bodies, eh!
Don’t tie yourself up, baby! I am referring to beef gases. MP Lucía Klug presented a project for a tax on livestock breeders, since climate change is caused by their animals’ pets.
I still don’t understand why you associate me with this.
And… they start with the cows and who tells you not to continue with us?
Does it seem to you? However, I recently heard Dr. Cormillot talk about the benefits of farting.
Translation please!
“Fart” is flatulence. It turns out that when you walk, you inadvertently express desires.
At this point in the championship, I don’t accept it. I drop her.
Be the same. And this promotes digestion and eliminates them in the fresh air.
See if they invent a flatulence detector and charge us another tax!
Absolutely not! Oops! Excuse me!
I always thought our legislators were farts.
And they make a fortune, hey!
Should we become vegetarians?
Worse! If we spend our time eating clean beans, vegetables and legumes, we will always look like machine guns.
Have you ever missed one at the gym or yoga class?
This doesn’t matter in the gym because there is loud music and a lot of ambient noise. It is unmistakable in yoga class. I lived it. But I tried to accompany it with a forced cough, which honestly made the situation worse.
It’s strange, isn’t it? When we see a calf, a rabbit, a lamb, a chick or a pig, we feel tenderness and want to adopt them. But when it comes to transforming them, we don’t even bother. Double talk. Double standards.
Typically silver feature.
Sorry for changing the subject, friends. Have you already assembled the tree?
NO! Morning, Hilda! The Day of the Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary.
Oh, of course! That of the first communion. How can we forget the beggar!
Almoner? What was that?
Don’t you remember? A small white cloth bag into which neighbors, friends and family donated some money.
Communion with the hat? What a dish! I had forgotten it!
It seems to me that Santa Claus will also do without the hat this year. Buying sweet bread in installments is a symptom of the prevalent malaria.
Quevachache. Let us drink to ourselves, neither spotless nor virgins! Chin, chin!