Historias de peluquería

Como Barry tiene cagalera, voy a seguir actualizando yo el blog.

Tengo que decir que me encuentro hoy algo apenado. Mi peluquero cierra. Han aparcado un camión delante de su local y han empezado a meter cosas. No me extraña que cierre porque la verdad es que no corta el pelo demasiado bien, pero yo fui una vez y ya no pude dejar de ir. Como tenía que pasar todos los días por delante de su peluquería... Pues eso, que me daba palo que me viera y se diera cuenta de que había ido a otro sitio a cortarme el pelo. Además contaba unas historias entretenidas cuando no estaba en plan borde -- que a veces ocurría.

- Por lo visto, el tío fue legionario. Se tiró unos cuantos años y llegó hasta sargento. Nunca se me olvidará una frase que utilizó para definir la legión: "En la legión eres un número y una hostia." Según contaba, cuando había algún problema lo primero que hacían era zurrarte y luego ya se miraba exactamente qué había ocurrido. Genial.

Antes de ser legionario, hace unos 20 años, se dedicaba a pegarse con los comunistas los fines de semana. "Ibamos ya calientes después de darnos con los rojos y luego nos llevaban a comisaría y en el calabozo nos seguían dando los policías."

- A su boda fue mucha gente famosa -- incluida Mar Flores y marido. Me contó que el marido de la chica viene de una familia de mala gente que se hizo rica en la post-guerra con el estraperlo y otras corruptelas. También me dijo que Mar Flores era una petarda. Bueno, en realidad no sé si me lo dijo o es una idea que tengo yo. En todo caso da lo mismo porque este es un blog anónimo y puedo decir lo que me dé la gana -- como por ejemplo, que al rey le gusta el sexo con koalas.

- También me contó que en la ciudad en la que vivo hay algo así como 20.000 personas que pertenecen a cofradías (no tenía ni idea) y que hay auténticas puñaladas entre los miembros para estar en la directiva (tienen directiva!) -- lo que te concede privilegios como poder codearte con el alcalde (guau!) y otra gente igual de poderosa y detestable. En la suya ahora estaba un grupo afín al PSOE y los del PP estaban recogiendo firmas para echarles. O sea, vamos. Debían de discutir por cualquier chorrada. Una vez hubo bronca porque unos se oponían a sacar una imagen de Chuchicristo por peligro a que lloviera y que la escultura se fuera a tomar por ass. Al final llovió y la gente se volvió loca. Pero no pasó nada! La figura quedó intacta y las señoras decían que había sido un milagro.

Explicación del peluquero: "Que milagro ni que hostias, lo que pasa es que tenía una capa de roña así de gorda."

- Fue de luna de miel a Portugal y me estuvo contando muchas cosas sobre el país. Resumen: "Es muy bonito, pero es tercermundista."

También tenía alguna historia bastante dramática, pero no es plan de contarlo por aquí.

En fin, ahora me tengo que buscar una peluquería nueva donde seguro que cortan el pelo mejor pero no me entretienen tanto.

AGUR!

Hedberg

No sé si os habeis metido alguna vez en Internet, pero a mi me encanta. La cantidad de cosas que se pueden sacar, chavales.

Mi último descubrimiento a través de la red es un cómico estadounidense llamado Mitch Hedberg. Me enteré de su existencia hace unos meses, cuando murió. Esto es bastante clásico y bastante triste -- gente que adquiere gran fama cuando muere. Al parecer se estaba convirtiendo ya en figura en Estados Unidos con apariciones en el programa de David Letterman, pero yo no había oído hablar de él hasta que falleció por (ejem) problemas cardiacos con 30 y pico años.

A través de Internet -- bajándome videos de programas yanquis -- he conocido a fondo a genios de esto del humor (mundo que me atrae molto) como Dave Chappelle, Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, Chris Rock and many others, pero este Mitch Hedberg es realmente algo especial. Bastante distinto a cualquier otro cómico que haya visto antes.

Para empezar, no hacía sketches. Y los monólogos no estaban estructurados. Simplemente era él contando pensamientos, cosas que se le habían ocurrido. Ninguna relación entre unas y otras. Además el tío despertaba cierta ternura. Esto suena bastante gay, pero si veis el especial que hizo en Comedy Central os daréis cuenta. Me recuerda mucho a Kurt Cobain. Por lo visto, a más gente también.

Aquí van varias perlas suyas:

- I used to do drugs. I still do drugs... But I used to, too.

- The thing about tennis is: no matter how much I play, I’ll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once. They’re fucking relentless.

- I bought myself a parrot. The parrot talked. But it did not say, "I'm hungry,"... so it died.

- I find that duck's opinions of me are very much influenced over whether or not I have bread. A duck loves bread, but he does not have the capability to buy a loaf. That's the biggest joke on a duck ever.

- I fuckin hate arrows, man. It's like, "fuck you, I'm not going that way .... line... with two thirds.. of a triangle at the end. Could you imagine being killed by a bow an arrow? That would suck, an arrow killed you, they would never solve the crime. "Hey look at that dead guy.... let's go that way."

- When you go to a restaurant on the weekends and it's busy they start a waiting list. They start calling out names, they say "Dufresne, party of two. Dufresne, party of two." And if no one answers they'll say their name again. "Dufresne, party of two, Dufresne, party of two." But then if no one answers they'll just go right on to the next name. "Bush, party of three." Yeah, but what happened to the Dufresnes? No one seems to give a shit. Who can eat at a time like this - people are missing. You fuckers are selfish... the Dufresnes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths. And they're hungry! That's a double whammy. We need help. Bush, search party of three! You can eat when you find the Dufresnes.

- I don't have a girlfriend. I just know a girl who would be really mad if she heard me say that.

- I'm at a hotel room and my friend comes over and he says, "Can I use the phone?" I said, "Certainly." He said, "Do I need to dial nine?" "Yeah, especially if it's in the number. You can try four and five back to back real quick."

- I wish I could play Little League now, I'd kick butt. I'd be way better than before. Good back-up now!

- You know, people think I'm into sports just because I'm a man. I'm not into sports. I mean, I like Gatorade, but that's about as far as it goes. By the way, you don't have to be sweaty and holding a basketball to enjoy a Gatorade. You could just be a thirsty dude. Gatorade forgets about this demographic. I'm thirsty for absolutely no reason. Other than the fact that liquid has not touched my lips for some time. Can I have a Gatorade too, or does that lightning bolt mean "no?"

- I like vending machines, because snacks are better when they fall. If I buy a candy bar at the store oftentimes I will drop it, so that it achieves its maximum flavor potential.

- What's a sesame seed grow into? I don't know, we never give them a chance. What the fuck is a sesame?! It's a street. It's a way to open shit.

- I was at a bar once, and no one was talking to me 'cuz I just did a show, and I ran into a guy, and instead of saying "excuse me" he said "get the hell out of my way," so I said "Go to hell," and I ran away. He caught up to me, he had on a hat, a nose ring, an eybrow ring, a goatee, a tongue ring, and 3-earings. He said "Hey man, you have a lot of nerve," and then I said "Hey man, you have a lot of... cranial accessories.

- I got an ant farm. Them fellas don't grow shit. I said, "how about some celery? You fuckers don't farm, besides, if I ripped your legs off, you would look like snowmen."

- I hate turtlenecks. I have such a weak neck. Plus if you wear a turtleneck it's like being strangled by a really weak guy ... all day. And if you wear a turtleneck and a backpack it's like a weak midget trying to bring you down.

- I have an underwater camera just in case I crash my car into a river, and at the last minute I see a photo opportunity of a fish that I have never seen.

- See, I write jokes for a living, man. I sit in my hotel at night and think of something that's funny and then I go get a pen and write 'em down. Or, if the pen's too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of ain't funny.

- I thought my teeth were white, until I washed my face with Noxzema. They're not white, they're off-white. Hell, I'm not even white, I'm off-white. We're a new race, we will prevail!

- I was in a casino, minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said, "You're gonna have to move, you're blocking a fire exit." As though if there was a fire, I wasn't gonna run. If you're flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.

Es bueno o qué? Que alguien me regale DVDs de este tío, que seguro que los hay. OK? OK.

AGUR!

"Te voy a partir la cabeza...

... si no tienes mi dinero te abriré tu p*** cabeza delante de todo el mundo. Y justo cuando salga de la cárcel, con un poco de suerte, estarás saliendo del coma. ¿Y sabes qué? Te abriré tu p*** cabeza otra vez, porque estoy como una p*** cabra. Me importa un carajo la cárcel, es mi rollo, es lo que hago".

Pues sí, el PutoEljorje tiene razón: sólo sé de música (puto amo), cine (Garci, f*** off) y programas de televisión (esto último sólo domino los ochenta y noventa). He tenido algo de tiempo libre y me he empachado de un actor jodidamente bueno: Joe Pesci.

Siempre, siempre, todo actor empequeñecía cuando Robert De Niro aparecía en la misma escena. Como Al Pacino, se come la cámara. Pero con Pesci, con los papeles que interpreta en Goodfellas y Casino, no sucede lo mismo. Está a la altura. Claro que el genio de Scorsese también ayuda. Creía que "Uno de los nuestros" sólo estaba basado en hechos reales pero es que, joder, se clavan un montón de situaciones reales!

En Goodfellas, Pesci interpreta a Tommy DeVito, que en la realidad era Tommy Simone. Menudo cabronazo este Tommy... Pesci (escúchalo) mide medio metro y el hijop*** acojona sólo con la mirada... y también claro cuando te clava en el cuello un bolígrafo, te apuñala 22 veces, te pega cuatro tiros sólo por insultarle...

Reconócelo putoEljorje, a todos nos atrae el mundo de la mafia. Joder, hacen lo que quieren, tienen lo que desean al instante, les respetan, les temen, les sobra la pasta... basta con fijarse bien por la calle para ver lo que se cuece, lo que puede ocurrir. El único pero es que estás completamente solo. Como cuando potas en un callejón, o cuando Elputoeljorje me habla y cree que lo escucho. Pobre bastard*, se cree importante. Ya verá cuando le meta un punzón en el...

Participa

Barry es ignorante.

Si le conoces superficialmente, te puede engañar. Ves que viene de una familia burguesa, que tiene una carrera, que se expresa con cierta riqueza verbal y piensas que es una persona culta. Pero no. Yo le conozco bien y doy fe de que es ignorante. Tiene lagunas grandes en muchos campos. Pero muchos. Y sus argumentos se desmontan con más facilidad que un Lego.

Eso sí, el tío controla en algunos temas. Esencialmente, música, cine y TV. Por eso me hizo gracia leer esto ayer en la web de Paramount Comedy sobre un nuevo concurso llamado "Smonka":

"Ya casi lo tenemos todo: el decorado, el equipo, la mecánica del concurso... pero hemos caído en la cuenta de que nos faltan nada menos que los concursantes y... ¿quién mejor que vosotros para tan insigne tarea? Os explico: es un programa de preguntas de cine, música y televisión... vamos de lo único que controláis. Son preguntas muy sencillas y lo vamos a pasar muy bien porque a los que no acierten se les hará pequeñas putaditas; vamos, que va a ser la risión".

Automáticamente me acordé de Barry. Yo creo que podría hacer un buen papel. Seguro que mejor que en el torneo de fútbol playa de Gijón.

Participa, Barry! No seas cacas.

AGUR!

Frases célebres de borracheras míticas

El alcohol, ésa maquina de generar anécdotas y frases sin sentido (e hilarantes). Un muestrario:

- No sé por qué, pero tengo toda la mano ensangrentada. (Nochevieja sangrienta de Eljorje)

- Barry: Hay mucha gente en el mundo. En el planeta hay cuatro hemisferios.
Eljorje: No, Barry. Hay dos hemisferios.
Barry: Que no me interrumpas! Hay 18 hemisferios. (Sábado noche. Mal momento para discutir sobre geografía)

- Enana! Enana! Qué poco has crecido!!! (Barry, minutos antes de enrollarse con la susodicha)

- Estoy en el huevo, del huevo en el huevo del huevo, el huevo del huevo en el huevo. (Eljorje: SMS infernal)

- La sangre se quita con agua fría, que lo sepan todos los psicópatas de España. (Barry dando consejos)

- Barry: La tía ésa que dice "No, son mejores los puños que las patadas". Pero tío, es que con la cara que llevas, hija de p***, es pa meterte con el co... Bueno...
Eljorje: Bueno, y tu ba bu eeeeh (balbuceando)... Y tu qué decías de lo de la heroína?
Barry: Que un pico ahora está de puta madre para sobar.
Eljorje: Un peruquito. (La conversación más inconexa de la historia. Nota: Barry es muchas cosas malas, pero no yonqui)

- Eljorje: jajajaja jajajaja pfttt! ppffft! (lanzando lapos)
Barry: Que asco. Nos estamos escupiendo a menos de un metro.
Eljorje: Venga, que no te escupo.
Barry: Como me escupas a la cara te mato, cabrón.
Eljorje: Que no te escupo.
Barry: Vale.
Eljorje: Pffftt! (La función grabadora del móvil, gran descubrimiento)

- Las hortalizas tienen múltiples utilidades de penetración. Las puedes pegar, pegar. (Barry, respondiendo a una pregunta sobre Jesucristo)

- Joder esa gente [barrenderos] se levanta a las cinco, curra de seis a nueve... Buah, vaya trabajos de mierrda que hace la gente... Esta sociedad está podrida. (Así es Barry)

- Barry: Qué opinas de las tías de esta ciudad?
Eljorje: Son una p*** mierda.
Barry: Quiero mear sobre ti. (Barry dice que esta conversación existió. Yo no me debí enterar. Desde luego no la recuerdo)

- Mi vida da asco, porque yo hago (censurado), pero al menos me drogo con clase. (Más frases grabadas de Barry)

- El Dios español es el Dios que tiene 17.000 vírgenes, 17.000 Jesuses. Chuchis para lo que es la comuna... Dios es como Ariel Sharon. (Barry teólogo)

- Chino: Alex, di algo en contra de Carlitos.
Alex: He sacado un puto cuatro, chaval.
Chino: Que le den por culo! Que le den por culo! Caca para él, caca pa su madreeee, hijo de puuuuta, cabrón de mierrrda, cabrón... Cabrón, hijo de puta, cabrón... Seguimos follando. Esta noche promete, promete muchísimo... Esto es un mano a mano, entre mi polla y mi cooooñooooo... Suelo follar, suelo joder... La vida carece de sentido en la vida del Señor...
Alex: Sieteeeeeeeee!!!!
Chino: Alex sigue loco esquizofrénico, sigue follando coños...

Azkena y Budapest o el fin del verano

Gasteiz&Budapest o el fin del verano. Oh, el fin del verano. Oh delfín de verde ano!

Mientras el puto eljorje se interesa por nimiedades como saber si habrá festival de jazz en New Orleans, yo ejercito mi materia gris -la que aún no se ha visto dañada por el peyote- repasando un verano más que se ha escapado entre mis dedos. Estas son las cuestiones que, para información de las miriadas de féminas que nos leen, se hacen TODOS los tíos:

- ¿Cuántas tías me he f******? cienes.
-¿A cuántas he sod********? joder no hagas leña.
-¿Cuántas borracheras? diría que unas diez.
-¿Cuántas drogas nuevas he probado? me falta la tercera.
-¿A cuántas movidas musicales te has apuntado? por fin una buena. Festimad, U2 y Azkena Rock Festival. De hecho, de esto quería hablar.

Ver a Queens Of The Stone Age (que por cierto, ¡saben de porno! qué grandes) me puso los pelos de punta. Ver a Juliette haciendo la Iggyperra también me erizó, pero nada como Gay Bar para desfasar!

Por cierto, los pogues no pegaban (?) para nada en el cartel; un avieso podría decir que el rollo comparativo entre el conflicto irlandés y el vasco les convertía en indispensables para ver la bandera de acercamiento de los presos. ¿Cuándo cojones la gente separará la política del deporte y de la música? A ver: extrema izquierda y extrema derecha, dejadnos a los nihilistas en paz de una puta vez, joder, con nuestras drogas y nuestros patéticos intentos de ligoteo.

Mira que las odio (hey, un web amigo del odio, BTW), pero voy a crear una bandera con los siguientes elementos/iconos: silicona, marijuana y san andreas. Y el idioma me la suda, salvo que se aplicaría con rigor la regla Tony Montana: ya verás cómo te lo montas pero hay que meter la palabra 'fuck' en cada oración, ya sea coordinada, subordinada u ordinaria.

En diez días ya tengo país donde trinchar la puta bandera. Eso sí, por mis santos peluches de feria barata que me buscaré un cachito cercano a Budapest (thanks as usual, yonkis.com)

Adiós verano. Llega la triste época del "esa... mmm... ¿tendrá tetas?" y del "¡Ja! no se me nota esta pedazo de panza! Jódete, p*** Chuck Norris". Y jódete tú de paso, puto eljorje.

Ray Nagin

Pincha y escucha (abajo está pegada la transcripción). Es el alcalde de New Orleans, Ray Nagin, hablando. Hablando claro.

Sabes lo que creo que están empezando a pensar los afroamericanos en Estados Unidos? "Les están dejando tirados porque son negros".

Ojo que esto del huracán puede tener ramificaciones raciales. A ver si no va a haber disturbios a lo Rodney King en otras ciudades todavía... Atentos.

TRANSCRIPCIÓN

NAGIN: I told him we had an incredible crisis here and that his flying over in Air Force One does not do it justice. And that I have been all around this city, and I am very frustrated because we are not able to marshal resources and we're outmanned in just about every respect.

You know the reason why the looters got out of control? Because we had most of our resources saving people, thousands of people that were stuck in attics, man, old ladies. ... You pull off the doggone ventilator vent and you look down there and they're standing in there in water up to their freaking necks.

And they don't have a clue what's going on down here. They flew down here one time two days after the doggone event was over with TV cameras, AP reporters, all kind of goddamn -- excuse my French everybody in America, but I am pissed.

WWL: Did you say to the president of the United States, "I need the military in here"?

NAGIN: I said, "I need everything."

Now, I will tell you this -- and I give the president some credit on this -- he sent one John Wayne dude down here that can get some stuff done, and his name is [Lt.] Gen. [Russel] Honore.

And he came off the doggone chopper, and he started cussing and people started moving. And he's getting some stuff done.

They ought to give that guy -- if they don't want to give it to me, give him full authority to get the job done, and we can save some people.

WWL: What do you need right now to get control of this situation?

NAGIN: I need reinforcements, I need troops, man. I need 500 buses, man. We ain't talking about -- you know, one of the briefings we had, they were talking about getting public school bus drivers to come down here and bus people out here.

I'm like, "You got to be kidding me. This is a national disaster. Get every doggone Greyhound bus line in the country and get their asses moving to New Orleans."

That's -- they're thinking small, man. And this is a major, major, major deal. And I can't emphasize it enough, man. This is crazy.

I've got 15,000 to 20,000 people over at the convention center. It's bursting at the seams. The poor people in Plaquemines Parish. ... We don't have anything, and we're sharing with our brothers in Plaquemines Parish.

It's awful down here, man.

WWL: Do you believe that the president is seeing this, holding a news conference on it but can't do anything until [Louisiana Gov.] Kathleen Blanco requested him to do it? And do you know whether or not she has made that request?

NAGIN: I have no idea what they're doing. But I will tell you this: You know, God is looking down on all this, and if they are not doing everything in their power to save people, they are going to pay the price. Because every day that we delay, people are dying and they're dying by the hundreds, I'm willing to bet you.

We're getting reports and calls that are breaking my heart, from people saying, "I've been in my attic. I can't take it anymore. The water is up to my neck. I don't think I can hold out." And that's happening as we speak.

You know what really upsets me, Garland? We told everybody the importance of the 17th Street Canal issue. We said, "Please, please take care of this. We don't care what you do. Figure it out."

WWL: Who'd you say that to?

NAGIN: Everybody: the governor, Homeland Security, FEMA. You name it, we said it.

And they allowed that pumping station next to Pumping Station 6 to go under water. Our sewage and water board people ... stayed there and endangered their lives.

And what happened when that pumping station went down, the water started flowing again in the city, and it starting getting to levels that probably killed more people.

In addition to that, we had water flowing through the pipes in the city. That's a power station over there.

So there's no water flowing anywhere on the east bank of Orleans Parish. So our critical water supply was destroyed because of lack of action.

WWL: Why couldn't they drop the 3,000-pound sandbags or the containers that they were talking about earlier? Was it an engineering feat that just couldn't be done?

NAGIN: They said it was some pulleys that they had to manufacture. But, you know, in a state of emergency, man, you are creative, you figure out ways to get stuff done.

Then they told me that they went overnight, and they built 17 concrete structures and they had the pulleys on them and they were going to drop them.

I flew over that thing yesterday, and it's in the same shape that it was after the storm hit. There is nothing happening. And they're feeding the public a line of bull and they're spinning, and people are dying down here.

WWL: If some of the public called and they're right, that there's a law that the president, that the federal government can't do anything without local or state requests, would you request martial law?

NAGIN: I've already called for martial law in the city of New Orleans. We did that a few days ago.

WWL: Did the governor do that, too?

NAGIN: I don't know. I don't think so.

But we called for martial law when we realized that the looting was getting out of control. And we redirected all of our police officers back to patrolling the streets. They were dead-tired from saving people, but they worked all night because we thought this thing was going to blow wide open last night. And so we redirected all of our resources, and we hold it under check.
I'm not sure if we can do that another night with the current resources.

And I am telling you right now: They're showing all these reports of people looting and doing all that weird stuff, and they are doing that, but people are desperate and they're trying to find food and water, the majority of them.

Now you got some knuckleheads out there, and they are taking advantage of this lawless -- this situation where, you know, we can't really control it, and they're doing some awful, awful things. But that's a small majority of the people. Most people are looking to try and survive.

And one of the things people -- nobody's talked about this. Drugs flowed in and out of New Orleans and the surrounding metropolitan area so freely it was scary to me, and that's why we were having the escalation in murders. People don't want to talk about this, but I'm going to talk about it.

You have drug addicts that are now walking around this city looking for a fix, and that's the reason why they were breaking in hospitals and drugstores. They're looking for something to take the edge off of their jones, if you will.

And right now, they don't have anything to take the edge off. And they've probably found guns. So what you're seeing is drug-starving crazy addicts, drug addicts, that are wrecking havoc. And we don't have the manpower to adequately deal with it. We can only target certain sections of the city and form a perimeter around them and hope to God that we're not overrun.

WWL: Well, you and I must be in the minority. Because apparently there's a section of our citizenry out there that thinks because of a law that says the federal government can't come in unless requested by the proper people, that everything that's going on to this point has been done as good as it can possibly be.

NAGIN: Really?

WWL: I know you don't feel that way.

NAGIN: Well, did the tsunami victims request? Did it go through a formal process to request? You know, did the Iraqi people request that we go in there? Did they ask us to go in there? What is more important?

And I'll tell you, man, I'm probably going get in a whole bunch of trouble. I'm probably going to get in so much trouble it ain't even funny. You probably won't even want to deal with me after this interview is over.

WWL: You and I will be in the funny place together.

NAGIN: But we authorized $8 billion to go to Iraq lickety-quick. After 9/11, we gave the president unprecedented powers lickety-quick to take care of New York and other places.

Now, you mean to tell me that a place where most of your oil is coming through, a place that is so unique when you mention New Orleans anywhere around the world, everybody's eyes light up -- you mean to tell me that a place where you probably have thousands of people that have died and thousands more that are dying every day, that we can't figure out a way to authorize the resources that we need? Come on, man.

You know, I'm not one of those drug addicts. I am thinking very clearly.

And I don't know whose problem it is. I don't know whether it's the governor's problem. I don't know whether it's the president's problem, but somebody needs to get their ass on a plane and sit down, the two of them, and figure this out right now.

WWL: What can we do here?

NAGIN: Keep talking about it.

WWL: We'll do that. What else can we do?

NAGIN: Organize people to write letters and make calls to their congressmen, to the president, to the governor. Flood their doggone offices with requests to do something. This is ridiculous. I don't want to see anybody do anymore goddamn press conferences. Put a moratorium on press conferences. Don't do another press conference until the resources are in this city. And then come down to this city and stand with us when there are military trucks and troops that we can't even count.

Don't tell me 40,000 people are coming here. They're not here. It's too doggone late. Now get off your asses and do something, and let's fix the biggest goddamn crisis in the history of this country.

WWL: I'll say it right now, you're the only politician that's called and called for arms like this. And if -- whatever it takes, the governor, president -- whatever law precedent it takes, whatever it takes, I bet that the people listening to you are on your side.

NAGIN: Well, I hope so, Garland. I am just -- I'm at the point now where it don't matter. People are dying. They don't have homes. They don't have jobs. The city of New Orleans will never be the same in this time.

WWL: We're both pretty speechless here.

NAGIN: Yeah, I don't know what to say. I got to go.

WWL: OK. Keep in touch. Keep in touch.

Toma Biblia

En Estados Unidos, a la zona que va desde Florida a Texas se la conoce como "Bible Belt". Es decir, "el cinturón de la Biblia". Es la zona más religiosa de todo el país -- que no es poco. Louisiana, Mississippi y todo el área que ha arrasado el huracán están en esa zona. No os gustaba la Biblia, chavales? Pues toma: el arca de Noé real-time. Todo inundado, como en vuestro libro favorito. Donde está vuestro Dios ahora, eh? Eh?

En fin, hecha la coña, aquí va un link a una web de ayuda a las víctimas de la catástrofe. Soy bueno.

AGUR!