Within all ... New Year, eh? What stress! New Year's Eve I feel ... I feel ... I do not know, I feel like a bull, right? When it's party looked around and I get the feeling that everyone is having a good, but me.
Stress begins with dinner. That looks like a Grand Prix test: You have to take red underpants, having some gold to get him into the glass, preparing the twelve grapes ... And counting several times, for, as are all the same, you're wrong: - One, two, three, four ... one, two, three, four, five, six ... This pocha and I told ... One, two ... seven, eight ... Jesus, the twelve least twenty! Buck, bring the Rotring, which I shall number, as in the Bingo!
And your mother: - Will you come, they cool the shrimp? That's another: you have to eat everything on the table ... And before midnight!, Whereas, in the rush, rather than peeling shrimp, looks like you're defusing a bomb. - Damn, the twelve least ten! Mom, I have no time: make me a sandwich with pork, which is already finished Cruz y Raya! And you're the only one who is overwhelmed, eh? No more than watching TV.
There are Ana Obregon and Ramon Garcia, explaining the whole of Spain as a clock works. Scared shitless if they are wrong: - When the second hand is on twelve and great too .. shall be twelve. Damn, like every night! - And then the ball will drop y. .. then come the quarters, will not start to eat the grapes, eh? Let's see: we explain why a thousand times that we eat the grapes in the quarter and no explains why the hell has to drop a ball? What kind of watch is that?
When they finally reach twelve, in Spain you hear the same thing: Cla, cla, cla, cla ... > Ball is>>:
cla, cla, cla ... Din-don ... - Oh no, they are the rooms! Din-don ... - Spit that are the rooms!
Din-don ... - Pfbbbbbbbb ... What are what?
Din-don ... - The rooms ...
Ton ... - Now, now!
Ton .. - A! - No, we're on the second!
Ton ... - Then I get two ...
Ton ... - Six ... - What do you mean six?
Ton ... - Me, I no longer fit more, eh?
Ton .. - Hey, leave my grapes, you bastard!
Ton ... - It's that I've dropped one down!
Ton ... - Bgrfds ... Ton ... - Bggggdffffff ...
Ton ... - For me, and I have no ...
Ton ... - Bgggggdffffff .... - Well, I left over four!
Ton ... - Bfgggggggg, grounfffffff ...
And when finished, the whole family with a mouthful of spit, to give kisses: - Happy New Year, eeeeeeeeeh, congratulations, grfdddfd ...
And the phone rings: riiiiiiiiiing! - But hell! Already they are calling? Would not you expect? - Well, I'm still on two ... - Champagne, someone to open the Champagne! But, well, it seems logical to you to start the year as well? What a stress, really!
Happy New Year 2010!
(Source: Iolanda mail, thanks pretty!)