Not allowed for cardiacs.
-Who gave my number to cholesterol?
-Because?
-Because he's calling me!!!
-Who gave my number to cholesterol?
-Because?
-What are you fooling me about!!!
-Okay, Tino.
-Andaleee!
-It already! You have more party than the flamenco on WhatsApp.
-Cagonrós, Arcadio! It's good that I said...
-The what, ho?
-The roscón! The roscón de reis was what killed me.
-By? But what did the doctor tell you?
-What are you going to tell me? I have sky-high cholesterol!
-The good or the bad?
-I don't know, a bald guy was there, in the outpatient clinic.
-But…
-Na. Now I'm going to have to mix with the black-and-white guys.
-By?
-Don't even look at the eggs, he told me. Does it seem normal to you?
-What a beast you are, Tino! What a beast, man!
-Coime…
-And look, I warned you: You have to know how to say non.
-What do you want me to do, if they are all commitments?
-Yeah, damn, but...
-Company dinner, Nuechebona, Añu Alvia… Lots of emotions, Arcadio.
-What you can't do is meet everyone on vacation for dinner, lunch, snacks, vermouth, chocolate and churros...
-Pussy! Why do you want it to remain, to talk?
-I punished the potato a lot, Tino, with so many excesses.
-What the hell, ho?
-The heart, Tinín, the heart. We already have an age, damn. And what you can't do is close your eyes.
-Güeyos that never see, heart that never feels.
-Yes, a case. And look, I warned you! Curiau with excesses!
-I ate too much.
-Tou in excess is bad, less perres them.
-It was the cook's fault.
-Who, ho?
-The cook, my cousin, who is a factor.
-From Renfe?
-Non, risky. He doesn't know how to cook without fat. He never knows. Ye a danger.
-But…
-Who gave my number to the cholesterooool?
-Because?
-Because he's calling me!!!
-Okay, Tinín.
-Who gave my number to the cholesterooool?
-Okay, ho! Why do you sing when you have problems?
-Why do I realize that my voice is worse than my problems?
-Cagonros! Neso you are right.
