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A Hitler no lo invitamos

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FIUBA: El Gladiador

Proyecto FIUBA se enorgullece en presentar el éxito de estas vacaciones de invierno. Para que lleven a sus hijos al cine y se informen antes de meterse en la FIUBA, porque para recibirse de ingeniero hacen falta...pelotas.

Un hombre...

Una carrera...

Un título...

Varios bochazos...

FIUBA: EL GLADIADOR (based on a true story)

Tyler dice: Volumen II

Abajo está el texto, en inglés y castellano... agarrármela con la mano


Inglés
Oh Tyler, rescue me. Deliver me. Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. Deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Castellano
Oh Tyler, rescátame. Libérame. Libérame del moblaje sueco. Libérame del arte modernista. Libérame de la piel limpia y dentadura perfecta. Haz que nunca esté completo. Que nunca esté satisfecho. Que nunca sea perfecto. Quiero que me golpees tan fuerte como te sea posible.

Tyler dice: Volumen I

Abajo está el texto, en inglés y castellano.

Ingles:
I know you. You are a young guy with clear skin and perfect teeth and the kind of job you are proud to write the alumni association about. You are too young to have fought in any wars and if your parents weren’t divorced, then your father was probably never at home, and maybe you really are thinking about some pain free, free range, pot luck you went to last weekend, or the Earth’s depleted o-zone, or the desperate need to stop cruel product testing on animals. But probably not.

Castellano:

Yo te conozco. Sos un joven de piel limpia y dentadura perfecta, con el tipo de trabajo del que estarías orgulloso de contarle a la asociación de graduados. Sos demasiado joven para haber peleado en una guerra y si tus padres no se divorciaron, entonces seguro tu padre no estaba nunca en casa, y tal vez realmente estés pensando aquello insulso, seguro, libre de riesgos e intensidad que hiciste el fin de semana, o en el agujero de ozono, o en la desesperada necesidad de detener la cruel experimentación con animales. Pero tal vez me equivoque.

Disculpen las molestias, estamos experimentando algunos problemas técnicos.

Al parecer, los de fibertel se cansaron de que escriba pelotudeces a discresión y me cortaron internet, así que el tema de los updates se me va a complicar un poquito. "Me cortaron las piernas", diría el Diego, pero yo prefiero más algo como "me cortaron internet, vayanse a la concha de su vieja". Pero bueno, es sabido que dan un servicio de mierda, no se por qué me sorprendo todavía.
De todas formas, acá estoy, desde saturno (bueno, en realidad desde un un ciber tercermundista), escribiendo esto. Van a necesitar más que eso para censurarme, malditos cerdos capitalistas.
Ya llamé, me quejé, hice el reclamo correspondiente y, en teoría (en teoría), mañana vienen a ver que pito toca el poste de luz que tengo frente a casa. Espero también chequeen el problema de conexión además del alumbrado, porque sino voy a arremeter contra sus oficinas con una lluvia de bombas molotov y uno que otro tanque de guerra, capishe?
Estaremos al aire tan pronto como solucionemos este temita, por el momento los dejo que tengo un asadete al que asistir.

edit: Tengo interné', vieja.

Epoca de exámenes

A pesar de que todo indique que estamos de vacaciones por la suspensión de clases debido a la gripe, no nos hagamos los giles, sabemos que próximamente se viene un tsunami de finales.

Con ustedes, el primero de lo que supongo será una serie de videos subtitulados. Proyecto FIUBA se enorgullece en presentar "Época de exámenes".

Tema: Charles Trenet (y chau manchas) - Boum

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Drugs in your head (o, una opinión sobre las drogas y la sociedad)

Text:

See now this is going to be a touchy subject for all you pot heads, all
you fucking bastards that are allowed to live the lives of medicinal marijuana.
I'll tell you right now these people do not give two shits about the medicinal
benefits of medical marijuana, they just want to get high and not get bothered
by the cops. That’s all it is, don't let 'em fool you, alright and I'm sick and
tired of, "Oh, well, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, marijuana." and, "Did
you know they can make jeans out of hemp? Very durable clothing can be made
outta hemp." Yeah and it feels like fucking burlap you dumb ass! Who the hell
wants to walk around in something that feels like a potato sack! Maybe you do, I
don't. And when they interview the head guy of these organizations, its usually
some fucking hacky sack playing dumb ass, with fucking beady, little, red eyes,
lying through their fucking teeth and giggling like an idiot. Don't give me
this, "Its a legitimate form of medicine." Yeah right just what our health care
system needs, a bunch of broke, pot heads running into every fucking hospital
they see, trying to get free medicinal marijuana, paid for by tax payers, so
they can get high because they made up some fucking stupid, dumb ass, fake
disease. "My eye hurts, give me some pot doc." Yeah okay, you know what you do?
Light a join and put it out in your eye! That’s my prescribed use of medicinal
marijuana. I'm sick and tired of people saying, "Well it relieves stress." You
people are the worst, 1.) Your weak will. 2.) You’re fucking pathetic. Oh, I had
a stressful day so I got to have some pot. Give me a fucking break okay?! You
people just can't deal with reality and that’s your fucking problem. I don't
give 2 shits about, "Oh I had a stressful day." Big fucking deal, the rest of
the world had a stressful day, alright, its called life, deal with it! And then
they try to throw that shit back at you, "Well I'm sure you have some
addictions, might be caffeine." Oh yeah, all of a sudden I have a cup of coffee
and I'm a fucking addict, oh, oh yeah, Creamfields too... LOOK OUT GETTIN HIGH
ON THE CREAMFIELDS! You fucking daft bastards, since we're on the topic of drugs
lets move on up... To the crack heads and all the other motherfuckers who have
to deal with some kind of foreign substance 'just to get through the day'. You
know this is the problem with society; everybody's got to have a fucking quick
fix. Why don't you people just say, "You know what? This is life and life is not
enjoyable. Fine I had a stressful day, you know what? I'm going to go home and
sleep, no! I got to whip out the crack and have six lines! Nice, you people are
pathetic and I hope you get shot in the head with a drug bus that went wrong.
You want to talk about a stressful day, try having a bullet removed from your
head! That is stressful, and don't think I'm picking on the 'illegal' drug
users! What about all you fucking parents out there that are on, you know, 15
000 medications for depression, for post whatever, oh I'm not happy, maybe I'm
in a depression... LIGHTEN UP! Give me a fucking break, nobody deals with their
own emotions anymore. An', and that’s the best, these fucking parents who
lecture their children about doing pot, yet they're swallowing a bunch of anti
depressants and chasing it with alcohol! Nice, stop being hypocritical you dumb
bastards! You want to lecture your kids, you got to be in the right position to
do it! You don't say, "One moment mommy, I got to go get my anti depressant and
I'll be right back to talk to you about your drug problem." Yeah doesn't anybody
see the irony in that? You fucking idiots and its like, you know, the maturity
of America is on some sort of prescribed, whatever. I went to a doctor and he's
like, "Okay so you got to take this and you got to take this, this and this and
that will stop that runny nose of yours." Well why don't I just wait for my
natural immune system to takeover the virus and kill it? "Oh yeah, I guess you
could do that too but here's a prescription just in case." Yeah bullshit, do you
realize how many side affects there are? I swear to god one said 'side effects
may include hallucination'. I'd rather have the runny nose! Fine, I might have
some snot on my upper lip but at least I'm not seeing Elvis in my refrigerator,
damn it! And the rest of you fuckers who are already on most of this fucking
shit, don't try pushing it off on people that don't want it especially your
kids! "Maybe Bobby’s got some attention deficit disorder." You know that maybe
the disorder's in the parent not the child! Okay take a good look in the mirror
and figure it out! If you still don't know and need help read this again!