mismamente hoy:

viejete: se me han fundido los fusibles
ana:se ha quedado usted sin internet
viejete: eres ihdgoibjkwt sevillana
ana: no, pero me puede decir igualmente lo que le ocurre
viejete: no es la sevillana de electricidad, se me ha ido la luz!!!
ana 

niña rara: quiero activar el rasta
ana:

señora: tengo aquí la revista de orange y quiero la chaqueta morada estampada
marta: ummmm, qué revista??
señora: la de orange, viene aquí el número para hacer el pedido
marta: no se retire "musiquita". marta busca por cielo, tierra, mar y aire alguna promoción relacionada con chaquetas moradas. desesperada vuelve a hablar con la buena señora
marta: a ver señora, que pone en la portada de su revista
señora: espera hija....venca!
marta 
ana: llora de la risa


otro día

chino: quiero baja
ana:me dice su número por favor
chino: baja línea
ana: sí, le entiendo deme su número
chino: 925******
ana: muy bien, su número de dni
chino: baja numelo 925****
ana: NO, su número de DNI, TARJETA DE RESIDENCIA...
chino: 925******
ana: SU IDENTIFICACIÓN, SU TARJETA DE RESIDENCIA
chino: no tarjeta, contrato baja númelo
ana: ya ya, pero me tiene que dar sus datos
chino: dato 925******, baja número
ana: como se llama usted?
chino: usted darme baja a mi
ana: llora de la risa
chino: señola, señola, baja número
ana: (con lágrimas en los ojos) muy bien, le entiendo, comprobar sus datos
chino: 925******, baja numelo, baja!!!
....
y asi hasta que el chino se ha convencido de que tenía que buscar a alguien que hablara nuestro idioma.

Y asi hasta el infinito cada día.

jajaja....si es que hay cada uno....

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Pffffffff.....en fin...

Lo sé, y lo siento. Pero no sé qué me ocurre con los chistes malos, los repito una y otra vez, y de los buenos nunca me acuerdo.

Arguiñano sí que es un crack.

- oye pachi, cómo se llaman los habitantes de baleares ?
- no los conozco a todos


otro de arguiñano xDDD

One day a Novice came to the Master.
"Master," he said, "How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?".
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?" the Master asked.
"No," replied the Novice. The Master sent the Novice on a quest to the Store of Software.

Many hours later the Novice returned.
"Master," he said, "How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?".
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?" the Master asked.
"Yes," replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
"You have a Compiler of Source. What now can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?".
The Novice fidgeted nervously and presented his Compiler of Source to the Master.
"How is this used?" asked the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Manual of Operation?" the Master asked.
"No," replied the Novice.
The Master instructed the Novice as to where he could find the Manual of Operation.

Many days later the Novice returned.
"Master," he said, "How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?".
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code?" the Master asked.
"Yes," replied the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Manual of Operation?" the Master asked.
"Yes," replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
"You have a Compiler of Source, and a Manual of Operation. What now can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?".

At this the Novice fidgeted nervously and presented his Manual of Operations to the Master.
"How is this used?" asked the Novice.
The Master closed his eyes, and heaved a great sigh.
The Master sent the Novice on a quest to the School of Elementary.

Many years later the Novice returned.
"Master," he said, "How is it that I may become a Writer of Programs?".
The Master looked solemnly at the Novice.
"Have you in your possession a Compiler of Source Code, a Manual of Operation and an Education of Elementary?" the Master asked.
"Yes," replied the Novice.
The Master frowned at the Novice.
"What then can prevent you from becoming a Writer of Programs?".

The Novice fidgeted nervously. He looked around but could find nothing to present to the Master.
The Master smiled at the Novice.
"I see what problem plagues you." said the Master.
"Oh great master, please tell me." asked the Novice.

The Master turned the Novice toward the door, and with a supportive hand on his shoulder said, "Go young Novice, and Read The Fucking Manual." And so the Novice became enlightened.



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