''Dios permite la muerte, el hombre es quien la hace cruel'' Secretaria, Esposa y Madre - ¡Arriba las #Chivas! - #AbrazaPerros
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Los perros: "Tienen belleza sin vanidad, fuerza sin insolencia, valentía sin fiereza; todas las virtudes de los humanos y ninguno de sus vicios, hasta donde sé solo tienen un defecto, confían en los humanos " Dogman.
¿Ustedes también tiene vecinos que andan en las motos de playa como tarugos dando vueltas por la cuadra haciendo un perro escándalo, o solo yo tengo ese tipo de vecinos naquísimos?
Este año no le pusimos altar a las criaturas, Cristina el principal impedimento, uno debe elegir bien sus batallas...
Publicación más falsa que las nalgas de Ninel Conde, de pena ajena los que se la están creyendo.
Pinche momia, egoísta, fea, amargada y culera.
El peor error de "Chestontito" fue hacerte su mujer..
@FlorindaMezaCH
Yo sí he usado puti disfrazar y no me arrepiento de nada, a ver si al rato les subo una de hace muNchos años, no'más dejen recuerdo dónde está la foto 😁
Por cierto, hace unos días el marido llegó muy "ofendido" porque le restregaron su pobreza en la cara jajajajaja, la Chinchilla le encargó una pizza de la Liru (solo de ahí le gustan y si no tienen una adolescente callen boca); le ofrecieron la nueva de hot honey pero el marido
Ahora que tengo tiempo estoy viendo de nuevo The Big Bang Theory (por las noches un ratillo), amo a Sheldon (a pesar de lo odioso que es) y a Amy y DETESTO cada vez más a Peny.
Seré una perra sin alma y sin corazón y que me perdone Dios mil veces pero siento cero empatía o compasión por esta mujer ¡¡CERO!!
🚨BREAKING- CHRISTA PIKE BREAKS HER SILENCE AFTER SURVIVING HER EXECUTION
October 30, 2026 — Christa Pike’s statement, dictated to her legal team:
“One month ago on September 30, I walked into the execution chamber at Riverbend men’s prison prepared to die.
I had made my peace. I had told the people who loved me, supported me and stood by me through the years I was grateful for them. I had also told the people in the room and who were there to witness my execution that I was leaving them in loving kindness.
Several days later I woke up alone in a hospital confused and in pain. There hasn’t been a moment since that night when I haven’t been in pain. My body hurts. My arms hurt. My hands hurt. My throat hurts. I still struggle to speak. And the pain isn’t just physical. There is pain in my mind and in my soul.
I had not contemplated life beyond that night, and I’m deeply hurt by the incompetence that has put so many people in this terrible position. I continue to think about my victim’s family and the terrible pain and loss they have endured.
I am recovering, and I know that I am getting stronger. But healing is not the same as being okay.
Since that night, I have been largely isolated in the prison’s medical ward, away from other people and the human connections that mean so much to me. That isolation brings its own kind of pain. I spent 28 years in solitary confinement and much of what I am experiencing today is a repeat of that condition.
I am searching for meaning in what happened to me. One thing that has given me strength is the extraordinary love and support I have received from people around the world. I am overwhelmed by the kindness and prayers of people I have known for years and complete strangers who have never met me.
To know that so many people care about me, that they see me as a human being whose life matters, is something I cannot fully put into words. It is humbling, and it has touched me more deeply than I can explain.
I also want to thank the first responders, doctors, nurses and everyone at the hospital who cared for me. They treated me with compassion, dignity and respect. I will never forget their kindness. I also want to thank my attorneys and everyone who has fought for me, stood beside me and refused to give up on me.
I don’t know why I survived that night. I don’t know what comes next. Some days, finding hope is harder than others. For now, I am trying to heal, one day at a time. And I am holding on to the love and kindness of so many people who have reminded me that I am not alone.”
Se pensaría que un ex diputado sepa esa respuesta pero... Vaya a uno, de cada nivel académico para que le aproveche y deje de andar aquí preguntando TARUGADAS, que tenga bonita tarde, bai.
Oigans, qué horrenda está la película de Spiderman, duele verla, sin chiste, sin sentido, sin chispa entre la pareja (increíble), sin alma... Ay no ¡Qué horror!
