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el hijo bobo

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que el propio hijo haga uso politico de la muerte del padre es de una tristeza infinita
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que por hacerse el piola al citar a su viejo se olvide de la parte de la frase que importa, es mucho mas triste
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en todas las familias hay un hijo bobo, el que se la quiere dar de piola y es tremendo salame (en casa soy yo)... eso sos vos ricardito, el hijo bobo
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"la casa esta en orden... y no hay sangre en argentina"
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ah! posdata: cortenla con esa pelotudez de la honestidad, humildad, austeridad, y todos los demas valores terminados en "dad" al momento de referirse a alfonsin, ya resulta molesto, es sensibleria barata, con que digan "el presidente raul alfonsin" (si quiere ponerle "ex" ponganle) es suficiente

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  1. LeoAbsurdo13 abr 2009, 10:22:00 a.m.

    Es como Alfonsín Padre, pero sin votos, ni brillo, ni chispa. O sea....

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  2. Alejandro F.13 abr 2009, 12:03:00 p.m.

    En realidad, es un vivo bárbaro... se cuelga del cadaver del padre para posicionarse políticamente.
    Debería guardar algo de luto, pero no... sale a mostrar la chapa: "... miren que soy Alfonsin... ehh!!!... "
    Hay una sola forma de sacudirse estos parásitos, aplastarlos en las urnas.

    saludos

    P
    V

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  3. Bistiarj13 abr 2009, 7:50:00 p.m.

    jajajajaja argentina tierra generosa!!
    un saludo

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  4. Hector Salto14 abr 2009, 2:44:00 p.m.

    @leo: la nada misma ¿?

    @ale: es un mercenario, flor de sorete

    @bisti: muuuuy generosa

    un abrazo amigos!

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