O tarancuta blonda, foarte frumoasa, merge la preotul din sat sa se spovedeasca, si ii spune:
-Parinte. Am pacatuit. Am fost cu un baiat intr-o capita de fan…
-Spune-mi fata mea, ce s-a intamplat? A vrut sa te dezbrace? intreaba preotul.
-Nu parinte, nu l-as fi lasat pentru nimic in lume.
-Dar atunci, te-a sarutat?
-Nu parinte, nu as face asa ceva…
-Inseamna ca te-a pipait.
-Deloc, i-as fi rupt mainile.
Preotul nedumerit o intreaba din nou:
-Dar atunci spune-mi fata mea, ce ti-a facut?
-Un copil, parinte!
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,I suspected that my mind told me to do tihngs that wasn’t good for me (I thought it was linked to evolution resisting any changes so applying Kaizen techniques to trick the brain) and I’ve been trying to teach myself not to listen to what my brain says. I like your suggestion better. Fabulous post, thank you. If what I said doesn’t make sense it’s because this is hour 25 of cold turkey from Starbucks lattes. :p 1 year ago
IMHO you’ve got the right anwers!
I can’t hear anhintyg over the sound of how awesome this article is.
I’ve been listening to this album more often. I’m playing it now on a new stereo. It’s a beautiful album, one of my favourites from the past few years. I keep coming back to it and loving it more every time.