Her husband told her that he met someone else, and she had to move>out of their beautiful condo.>>She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes,>crates and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come>and collect her things.>>On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their>beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft>background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar,>and a bottle of chardonnay.>>When she had finished, she went into each and every room>and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shell dipped in caviar,>into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the>kitchen and left.>>When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was>bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to>smell. They tried everything, cleaning, mopping, and airing>the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and>carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere.>>Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters,>during which they had to move out for a few days, and>in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool>carpeting.>>Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit.>Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.>Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided>to move. A month later, even though they had cut>their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their>stinky house.>>Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors>refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge>sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place. The ex-wife called>the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the>rotting house.>>She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home>terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in>exchange for getting the house back. Knowing his ex-wife had no idea>how bad the smell was, he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what>the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that>very day. She agreed, and within the hour his lawyers delivered the>paperwork.>>A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they>watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home,>including the curtain rods.>>I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU
Alex Bello wrote: jejeje si ese es tu esposo quiero que me digas como haces para sostener todos esos cuernos que te estan pegando jejejeje lol thats just a front... he only does it to please the ladies... but my baby is faithful to me and only me..
diablo ojala yo consegirme una novia como tu jejejeje.
seria el musico mas feliz del mundo jejeje.
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.::El Amor No Es Para Todos::. : El Amor Comienza Con Una Mirada, Crece Con Un Beso Y Muere Con Una Lagrima.
Chale_Tanga wrote: lilchinita... why do you have a picture of my husband as your avatar??? UR HUSBAND??? NO NO MI AMOR HE SINGS TO ME ALL THE TIME!!!!!
Her husband told her that he met someone else, and she had to move >out of their beautiful condo. > >She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, >crates and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come >and collect her things. > >On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their >beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft >background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, >and a bottle of chardonnay. > >When she had finished, she went into each and every room >and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shell dipped in caviar, >into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the >kitchen and left. > >When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was >bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to >smell. They tried everything, cleaning, mopping, and airing >the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and >carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. > >Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, >during which they had to move out for a few days, and >in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool >carpeting. > >Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit. >Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit. >Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided >to move. A month later, even though they had cut >their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their >stinky house. > >Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors >refused to return their calls. Finally, they had to borrow a huge >sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place. The ex-wife called >the man, and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the >rotting house. > >She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home >terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in >exchange for getting the house back. Knowing his ex-wife had no idea >how bad the smell was, he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what >the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that >very day. She agreed, and within the hour his lawyers delivered the >paperwork. > >A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they >watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home, >including the curtain rods. > >I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU
@ Afro: ummmmmmm... ok.. pero solo por un ratito okay? 
