Sim, é o mesmo gajo do “Don’t worry, be happy”… Confesso que não sabia que ele tinha outros trabalhos, mas descobri (ou melhor, descobriram-me) hoje que sim.

Hoje em dia é mais deste género:

É bom quando passamos horas a desfazer qualquer que demorámos horas a fazer.
É especialmente bom quando isso é resultado de decisões de gestão tomadas em cima do joelho por pessoas que não têm (ou não querem ter) a mínima consciência das implicações das suas decisões!

Há um anúncio a iogurtes que se desenrola da seguinte forma:
Duas senhoras deitadas, cada uma na sua marquesa, enquanto recebem massagens nas costas.
A certa altura, uma delas diz, com ar triste: “Ai ai! Quem me dera poder também fazer uma massagem no intestino.”
E ficamos por aqui…

Ontem achei que seria interessante criar uma conta no facebook.
Tendencialmente vou lá ter as mesmas pessoas que tenho no Hi5, mas… ok, I guess!

Nada melhor para começar bem o dia do que levar uma bela molha.
Mas pelo menos, segundo a senhora da limpeza, ainda chove, porque as trovoadas secas são muito perigosas… Pois não sei!

… que os traços pretos, que desde ontem aparecem a piscar durante uma fracção de segundo, no monitor do portátil aqui do trabalho, não deixam antever nada de bom.
Mas posso estar enganado!

… é tão boa!
É daquelas que começamos a ler só para ver onde vai parar e só percebemos na última linha!
(source: here)

The wife came home early and found her husband in their bedroom making love to a very attractive young woman.

And she was somewhat upset. ‘You are a disrespectful pig!’ she cried. ‘How dare you do this to me – a faithful wife, the mother of your children! I’m leaving you. I want a divorce right away!’

And the husband replied, ‘Hang on just a minute love, so at least I can tell you what happened.’ ‘Fine, go ahead,’ she sobbed,’ but they’ll be the last words you’ll say to me!’

And the husband began – ‘Well, I was getting into the car to drive home, and this young lady here asked me for a lift. She looked so down and out and defenseless that I took pity on her and let her into the car.

I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed and very dirty. She told me that she hadn’t eaten for three days.

So, in my compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas I made for you last night, the ones you wouldn’t eat because you’re afraid you’ll put on weight. The poor thing devoured them in moments…

Since she needed a good clean-up, I suggested a shower, and while she was doing that, I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes, so I threw them away.

Then, as she needed clothes, I gave her the expensive designer jeans that you bought a couple years back, but don’t wear because you say they not the “in” name this year.

I also gave her the underwear that was your anniversary present, which you don’t wear because I don’t have good taste.

I found the sexy blouse my sister gave you for Christmas that you don’t wear just to annoy her, and I also donated those boots you bought at the expensive boutique and don’t wear because someone at work has a pair the same.’

The husband took a quick breath and continued – ‘She was so grateful for my understanding and help that as I walked her to the door, she turned to me with tears in her eyes and said, ‘Please … Do you have anything else that your wife doesn’t use?’

… tinha escrito agora o seguinte twitt: “Acabei de comer uma ameixa… Caguei a camisa toda!”
Felizmente assim niguém sabe.