Getting a two year old to bed who “isn’t tired” is like putting your drunk friend to bed.
There’s singing to themselves.
Requesting water.
Mumbling.
Incoherent blabber.
Crying.
Some weird yoga poses.
Hiccups.
And then they pass out.
Getting a two year old to bed who “isn’t tired” is like putting your drunk friend to bed.
There’s singing to themselves.
Requesting water.
Mumbling.
Incoherent blabber.
Crying.
Some weird yoga poses.
Hiccups.
And then they pass out.
After a Beer Festival in London, all the brewery presidents decided to go out for a beer.
Corona’s president sits down and says, “Señor, I would like the world’s best beer, a Corona.” The bartender takes a bottle from the shelf and gives it to him.
Then Budweiser’s president says, “I’d like the best beer in the world, give me ‘The King Of Beers’, a Budweiser.” The bartender gives him one.
Coors’ president says, “I’d like the best beer in the world, the only one made with Rocky Mountain spring water, give me a Coors.” He gets it.
The guy from Guinness sits down and says, “Give me a Coke.” The other brewery presidents look over at him and ask, “Why aren’t you drinking a Guinness?”
The Guinness president replies,
“Well, if you guys aren’t drinking beer, neither will I.” Continua a leggere
Trad_imento:
Lei è in cucina, in piedi.
Mi volta le spalle.
Addosso, ha solo la mia maglietta, quella in cui le piace dormire.
Sta preparando la nostra colazione: uova sode.
Mi ha sentito entrare, ne sono certo,
l’ho capito dal movimento dolce delle spalle anche se non sono del tutto sveglio.
Si gira e mi guarda con quei suoi occhi unici e dice dolcemente:
“Fai l’amore con me, proprio adesso: ma subito, però!”
Sto sognando oppure oggi dev’essere il mio giorno fortunato,
penso.
Non ho esitato.
L’ho presa tra le mie braccia e le ho dato tutto me stesso, proprio lì, in cucina, sul tavolo traballante.
“Grazie” mi dice lei, dopo, gli occhi luminosi, tornando ai fornelli.
Felice e tuttavia perplesso, non riesco a non chiederle:
“A cosa devo…?”
“Il timer si è rotto”.
A young Technician and his General Manager board a train headed through the mountains. They can find no place to sit except for two seats right across the aisle from a young woman and her grandmother.
After a while, it is obvious that the young woman and the young tech are interested in each other, because they are giving each other looks.
Soon the train passes into a tunnel and it is pitch black. There is a sound of a kiss followed by the sound of a slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the four sit there without saying a word.
The grandmother is thinking to herself, “It was very brash for that young man to kiss my granddaughter, but I’m glad she slapped him.”
The General Manager is setting there thinking, “I didn’t know the young tech was brave enough to kiss the girl, but I sure wish she hadn’t missed him when she slapped and hit me!”
The young woman was sitting and thinking, “I’m glad the guy kissed me, but I wish my grandmother had not slapped him!”
oggi che non basta la voce per essere un voice talent
Per andare nel posto che non sai devi prendere la strada che non conosci
Sopravvivere alla terza età: degli altri.