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belamyi · Aug 6, 2024

Una peli que lo peta en Cataluña por cómo retrata la maldaZ universal de las relaciones familiares y personales en general que el buenismo tradicionalista vende como puras y sagradas, o el buenrollismo más modernillo como algo entrañable al estilo "Papá no hay más que 1 - XXI" (si llegan a la edición XXX, los niños se acaban conviertiendo en cuervos mesetarios peleando por los despojos de la herencia de ese papá único),

pero el paniaguado de turno debe vender anticatalanismo pretendiendo que es un retrato fiel de los pérfidos catalanes que siempre acaban gobernando La Meseta desde la periferia nacional saltando de la cama de un ejecutivo azul al rojo, y viceversa.

belamyi · Aug 6, 2024

The Loner said:
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I prefer the T-shirt version.

The Loner · Aug 6, 2024

belamyi said:
I prefer the T-shirt version.

I changed the pic just before you quoted it.

belamyi · Aug 6, 2024

Cuando esto se ha insinuado sobre el MadriZ, que ya se señaló (2015), se ha dicho que es que lo miran con lupa y no llega a más.

"Negreira" es ya una manera de decir que cuando el Barça le ha pasado unas manitas al campeón de Europa, gana unas Ligas con autoridad incluso si Negreira ya no pinta nada en ninguna parte ni recibe dinero (¿más? XD ) de nadie, o si gana un amistoso es... porque..., como han soltado por redes los paniaguados mercenarios maNdrileños, en España, Italia, Francia, Inglaterra y Alemania sobra el club segundón... hasta que empiecen a sobrar también el resto de grandes equipos indiscutibles, y acabe jugando el MadriZ con él mismo, porque el único grande y puro, el único que no presiona, ni en túnel de vestidores ni con "no te daremos maletines, ya sabes lo que tienes que hacer para preservar tus negocios" es el Imperial.

Para introducir hoy el anuncio el último amistoso del Barça en el cotilleo deportivo televisivo, han hecho referencia a esta noticia fechada ayer... "actualizada" hoy.

rareboy · Aug 6, 2024

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