Voy a construir una máquina de quitar lo bailao y ese día la humanidad recibirá su castigo.
Al río que todo lo arranca lo llaman violento, pero nadie llama violento al lecho que lo oprime.
"Aquí en la Puerta de Rashomon vivía un demonio, y se fue, porque tenía miedo de los hombres"
"Algún día, si tienes suerte, te levantarás y verás que eres viejo. Ese bonito culo se te caerá, tu barriga se hinchará, te dolerá la espalda por las noches y te saldrán pelos de las orejas. Y ya no te deseará nadie, procura haber follado hasta hartarte antes de eso." -Oberyn Martell
My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, 'If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.'. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway.
For Whom the Bell Tolls
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.