Tertsch Hermann was hurt in his column today on ABC for not being able to name it as this post. It was his, a beautiful alliteration involved in what may be an oxymoron. Pajín the balls, much euphony, but HT has given modesty, perhaps by the venerable and imposing century-old head of ABC (more alliteration). I understand very well. To me, a while ago, has given me some trouble to cite his column on children's time.
What he actually said the Minister of Health and Equality in a meal with parliamentarians and to a question, a delicate little wizard, on the ability of her friend, Nuria Espí, for the post of Deputy Government's National Plan on Drugs (have to be an official A or B) Pajín said
"missing only the minister can not name who was out of balls."
Ah, the post that Felipe González entrusted to the hands of seasoned and wise Baltasar Garzón Real. Such campaign against sexist language and now they're going and what was this equality, enter the urinary of the guys and pissing standing. Presumably, by a principle of strict reciprocity, their male counterparts to use phrases like "I have the pussy noises."
Minister Do you have gender dysphoria? We do not know, but I think your claim is a natural step in the extension of rights after the adoption of the Law Governing the Registration Correction of the indication of the gender of the people. Nothing prevents a woman, for instance, endowed by the nature of primary and secondary sexual characteristics, at least in the Old Regime, corresponded female, is present in the registry and say: 'I imprisoned in the wrong body. My gender is male and I want to call me Ramon. "
now is not so clear that the gross domestic product is naturally masculine, as the nymph said this summer. As the minister has tiny balls.
Addenda:
In 1968, a resident of Portugalete was fined for parking place reserved for the Ambulatory and tell the officer complaining that "The mayor CDs where you put the balls out. "Camilo José Cela became aware of the case and wrote to the defendant a citizen to say
" In Volume I, and only so far was my Dictionary Secret, I take the liberty to send, are not clearly established similarities and relationships that may exist between municipal traffic lights and balls, which God preserve of local authorities. I know you have, in addition to a fine, well deserved for its solvent idea of \u200b\u200bassuming that the location of lights depends on the whim of certain glands of internal secretion of the Mayor a job that is a real gem for me and my learned way, you'll see in the book he is on his way.
Why not given me that role? (...) No one, from the origins of Castilian, has tried to fuck with greater application and mime (philological) that I and no one will keep that role I ask more cautiously so. etc. Consider friend and admirer (olé your balls!) To its very affectionate Camilo José Cela. "
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