January 2010
24 posts
Stan: What’s the matter with you? Butters: [sobbing] Well, my girlfriend broke up with me. Henrietta: Did she step on your heart with stiletto heels? Butters: Yeah. [sniff] It sure does hurt. Goth Kid 2: That’s cool. I guess you can join up with us if you want. Goth Kid 1: Yeah. We’re gonna go to the graveyard and write poems about death and how pointless life is. Butters: Uh,...
Pero el punto es que no te diré ‘NO QUIERO VERTE ASÍ’ pero sí...
Cuando creíamos que teníamos todas las respuestas, de pronto, cambiaron todas...
– Mario Benedetti.