Gross Income

It's all so hard sometimes that one wonders why the hell friendship exists between a man and a woman...eye, I don't think badly of people who could forge this type of relationship without ever having a rough patch, maybe everyone has a steel friend at some point...I don't think badly of those people, nor of those who have been with someone for so long they can even decipher what song they're humming along to with their nocturnal flatulence, in a certain way I admire them.

It's nice to have friends, right? Those who don't even warm you up a little, who have ugly mustaches, look like square fridges without a single curvy slut and that we wouldn't touch them with a soda stream from the sidewalk across the street... What a life is this that always crosses someone with whom you decide on the first day...

Faaaa how many connections we make, what good mates we share, how many things in common...but no, this time I don't want to screw it up and not want to get it wrong and ruin everything like it always happens to me, this time I'm going to listen to Roberto Carlos and bet on a nice and healthy friendship, because my Facebook wall is whiter than a nun's tit... in one of those moments he invites me to his house and we can watch Rugrats together and not get even a little hot....ahhhhhh how nice it is to feel this way I swear to God the mother!

But good...that's what we say from the outside, what runs through our blood internally and pulses in our brain but we repress it more or less...

Faaaa how much weight you'd give me...you've got so many nipple tits...how many things that fit in that ass..! but no...this time I'm not going to wait for you to give me a foot...I'm not going to make the same mistake as when I thought a cutie wouldn't give me a ball and at that same party, the very slut did a gang bang with Juventud Unida's team...this time I'll enter you like Mallman in Patagonia, this time I bet I'll screw you until my cock comes to life and tells me 'hasta la vista baby' and self-destructs...in one of those times even invites you to your house and we get drunk with your sister, that one who claims to be an Accountant and has a gross income in the ass....ahhh how nice it is to feel this way! Pussy from the patoooo!

Mostly this is how someone's mind works when they say one thing but really expect or desire another. I won't quote Jorge Bucay because he would probably cite another author. The question is that we ourselves sometimes push away any chance of having new friends by carrying a sign on our forehead that says:

HELLO, I HAVE A use the word: pussy, DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND? (MEN)

HELLO, I HAVEN'T SEEN A cock SINCE I CHANGED MY LITTLE BROTHER'S DIAPERS, DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND? (WOMEN)

It would have been nice if at a certain moment in each person's life, we could have changed the sense of games that made us play with the intention of strengthening these bonds of friendship, both in the neighborhood and in school...in many ways...it would have been good if history were more or less like this and I summarize it with this example...

PLAYING WITH THE ROTTEN EGG = I'M BORED SUCK MY EGGS

If everything had been like that, the game of the little bottle wouldn't imply the embarrassing moment of having to give a kiss to the ñato or ñata who got lucky, the vibe would have been different...

Uh...you hit me up...it's going to fit the salami between your legs And today we'd all be happier. Another remembered moment could be the dark game of the dark room, a game in which we could have started redefining the concept of Group Anatomy or as we call it today Turn off the light, open your mouth and sing a Pipo Pescador song

I'm not saying that if a friend comes running and tells me she's eating an African saber-toothed tiger, I'll run out into the street screaming 'The girl who's worth shouting about Drogba goals!!' We're friends but only up to there...I won't even tell you that during a few years of my adolescence (let's say between 11 and 25 years old) I consumed myself looking and reading things as absurd as those paid propaganda ads on cable channels at midnight, I could even say that in a crisis, a female voice on the radio would get me so worked up that I'd put on earphones and while my parents thought I was sleeping listening to 'La hora de Bilardo' on La Red, I'd be getting off with Luisa Delfino.

Tell me if it wouldn't be fully beautiful that in school years and first sexual vices we had gone wrong on an exam and when calling a classmate the chat would have been more or less like this...

- You don't know... I did like hell, this old crap is my life, I won't pass Biology in slut life anymore
- Ah no don't get so upset, I got a 10, if you want I'll go to your house right now and we can have sex to take out our anger do you want?
- Ok, we can also do Math things because I think I did badly too...
- Mmmmm in that case if you want I'll bring my twin sister and we'll get drunk until they find a picture of Sarmiento with wind-blown hair
- Ahhh that didn't happen to me...

We're crazy friends, seriously you can tell me what's going on, your fears, your insecurities, your internal conflicts and your relationships with the same calmness as if you were talking to yourself...and do you know why?

BECAUSE THERE IS TRUST....TELL ME, I'VE GOT YOUR SHOULDER. CONFIDENCE IS THE BALLS OF NEGRO ORO...