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Started by CARPE DIEM
Fri, 22 Dec 2006 13:33
RE: Tambi�n yo le pido humilde perd�n al P. Lotina, usuario habitual de es.comp.os.unix
Author: CARPE DIEM
Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 13:33
Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 13:33
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Sr. P. Lotina
Despu�s de las duras jornadas de trabajo que me toca padecer, las tardes
ya no son nada sin poderle auscultar libremente la cloaca al pajarua. Siento
su mirada inquisitoria detr�s de mi nuca.
Ya no soy nadie sin poder hacerle al DJ Pajarito las bromas que tanto nos gustan.
He pensado que si le pido disculpas a Ud. por los graves insultos que le dediqu� a su persona
sin venir a cuento, tal vez podamos volver a ser amigos y se olvide de mi, y nos deje volver al grupo
que usted tan sabiamente administra.
�Me perdona Ud.?
Gracias
Carpe Diem
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