tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17454133.post4131824365878329632..comments2024-03-29T03:44:28.665+01:00Comments on El día que estés muerto sabrás cuánto te quieren: Descarríos francisco m. ortegahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17454133.post-89338082712441146602012-05-17T21:20:29.568+02:002012-05-17T21:20:29.568+02:00No, siempre nos quedarán los programas de cotilleo...No, siempre nos quedarán los programas de cotilleo de la TV.Malo Malísimohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00564900042801360220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17454133.post-76827555329636153382012-05-17T18:48:49.426+02:002012-05-17T18:48:49.426+02:00Impudicia, en efecto, es una palabra que connota o...Impudicia, en efecto, es una palabra que connota olor a pies, a repollo hervido y a sobaquina deshonesta.Juan Pozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17503156474886831961noreply@blogger.com