Downs Syndrome And Masterbation

Reflections on the day after and a few cartoons Days In memoriam

There is always some distance between what a person wants represent and what one perceives. But when the recipient has some imagination. Take, for example, one of the cute little drawings of the materials that someone has arranged to prepare the visit of Benedict XVI. Contemplate carefully and tell me if they really are crazy or not these questions:

a) That Benedict shaky and with those little eyes, what would appear if it substituted the cross for a lamp? (Did the writer will be drawn from the Great Wyoming?)

b) Speaking of drinks, if you add a bow, does not it seem Gaudí a waiter serving a Paulaner pub?

c) why it seems so very the Sister Mary Teresa Forcades?

d) If the cartridge Joseph put a cross on his chest, is not Fernando Sancho himself of the spaghetti western?

e) As for Jesus, believe me, the truth of the good that if you put a curved pipe in mouth, is the spitting image of the professor of philosophy (a pnn) I had in high school.

good old days, how can we forget a weary wolf in my memory will always be those times (is this way of talking a symptom of decline?), Those in which his voice was strangely more real and heartbreaking less ornate. Here let in memoriam his best song (in two versions, in two moments, see the difference between partying trim back the first and the open grave, beautiful, hard, second):