New Year's resolutions.
-But can you know what you do, Gustavo?
-Ye Monday, Mari, hey, touch my leg.
-Coime, and me.
-In the gym?
-Non, on the shoulder. Do you get it?
-Hey?
-Come on, come on, put me in the bedclothes and we'll take advantage of the kids' arrival first.
-Yeh...
-What's up? Should we not increase the frequency of our sexual activity?
-Yes, home, but...
-Remember, we toast to a more pleasant new year.
-Already but…
-I asked the new year that you wish me as much as I wish you.
-And what did I tell you? Say hello, don't be stupid!
-Come on, Gus, let your instincts go from time to time.
-Now they look terrible to me, Mari, I have to flex.
-Cagonros! Then go get some money in Xagó, you bastard!
-What what, ho?
-So much making the list of resolutions, so much promising for the new year...
-Calm down, man. The year is just beginning…
-We agree to enjoy together, to give and receive pleasure.
-Do you bring me soy milk?
-Traxi shit for you!
-Wow, ho.
-The whole world is enjoying sex to the fullest and we...
-Bonu, let's see, don't believe either...
-The year is new but the phloxera is the same.
-Don't worry, Mari, there will be more days.
-Don't leave until tomorrow what you can do.
-That's why I am telling you.
-So?
-Toi with a cardio routine, Mari.
-Why don't you ever want to have sex?
-I already have sex, Mari. Another thing is that I use it more or less.
-It's colder than a penguin's butt.
-The kids leave private class now, they arrive later.
-Look, babes, I'm starting to feel a terrible emotional distance.
-It is not so easy to fulfill what is promised for the new year, Mari.
-I see it, yes.
-It's the middle of January and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
-Don't threaten me, Gus.
-That?
-Don't threaten me.
-By?
-Yes more problematic than Hipólito.
-Who is Hipólito?
-The storm, sheep. Living with you is like having a Dana at home.
-Leave the bags, come on.
– But what do we fail? And our New Year's resolutions?
-Calm down, ho! We are going to find the moment, there will be time...
