Novela (que podia ser mexicana) com um número infindável de episódios e protagonistas a mais, vendida em pacotes económicos aos países do leste europeu. Enredo muito intrincado, malfeitores qb, doses exageradas de sacanices, facadas nas costas e muitas figurantes com língua de porteira. A única coisa que vale a pena no meio desta salganhada toda?! A protagonista, que interpreta este argumento sem mudar uma vírgula... ou não fosse isto a sua vida.

sábado, 5 de maio de 2007

O prometido...

... é devido!
Não gosto de falhar promessas. Por isso, aqui está a foto do tipo que passou duas noites cá em casa, na semana passada.
Lindo, não é? Ainda não tem dois meses, nasceu a 8 de Março (peixes de signo, portanto) na Portela de Azóia. Filho da Joice e do Rafa, até à data ainda não tinha nome escolhido.
Eu chamei-lhe "gajo".
Já andou de combóio e está neste momento no Norte do país com os seus novos donos, os meus primos.
É um setter irlandês. A mancha branca na cabeça é igualzinha à do pai dele. Tem o peito branco, mas o que eu gostei mesmo foram as pontas das patas... um mimo.
Como é óbvio a Raquel amou o bicho, mas também ficou cheia de ciúmes, por causa dos mimos que lhe demos. O gajo fartou-se de chorar e só queria era festas e fosquices.
Foi um prazer conhecer-te! Daqui a uns tempos, quando te for visitar, já nem te lembras de mim... Gajos!

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Gajo sounds reasonable as a name. At least is far better than those common names we ear all the time. Everybody who has a dog calls him "Bobby" or "Nero". I call mine "Sex". He's a great pal, but he has caused me a great deal of embarrassment.

When I went to a city hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk I would like a license for Sex. He said, "I'd like one, too!"
Then, I said, "But this is a dog." He said he didn't care what she looked like. Then, I said, "You don't understand, I've had Sex since I was nine years old." He winked and said, "You must have been quite a kid."

When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me and a special room for Sex.
He said, "You don't need a special room. As long as you pay your bill, we don't care what you do." I said, "Look, you don't seem to understand. Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Funny -- I have the same problem."

One day, I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me whey I was just standing there, looking disappointed. I told him I had planned to have Sex in the contest. He told me I should have sold my own tickets. "But you don't understand," I said, "I had hoped to have Sex on TV." He said, "Now that cable is all over the place, it's no big deal anymore."

When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your honor, I had Sex before I was married." The judge said, "The courtroom isn't a confessional. Stick to the case please."
Then, I told him that after I was married, Sex left me. He said, "Me, too."

Last night, Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking all over town for him. A cop came over to me and asked. "What are you doing in this alley at 4 o'clock in the morning?" I told him that I was looking for Sex. My case comes up Friday.

NullFame

Maria Feliz disse...

Fazes-me rir:)
Beijo