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Basbas sa sabsab

TIYAK tatamaan ng erectile dysfunction kapag nasilaw sa kuwarta.

Aba’y sa babae ‘yan, sa lalaki—kuwarto.

Hindi nakakasilaw ang nanlalagkit na alkitrang karimlan sa kuwarta ng babae… ‘kakasikipantalon nga’t talagang sinasaliksik o kaya’y sinasalaksak ang hiwaga ng hiwa… lalo na kapag naglalawa… that’s how you treat money— perra, female mutt, bitch.

Sa ganitong dahilan kaya nahawa sa isang kakatwang gawi… nilalakipan ng basbas ang sabsab, the saying of grace before feasting on a yummy thing… maituturing din na sabsab din ‘yang kuwarta—litmus tests show that such a delight is slightly acidic, parang sinigang o manggang manibalang—kaya kailangan din ng basbas… bago sumibasib sa paglapang.

Hindi paspasan—no quickie, no premature ejaculation here—kundi basbasan. And the latter lusts, oops, lasts.

Pansinin na nabasbasan ang sabsaban dahil doon iniluwal ang Messiah… and He shall reign forever and ever.

“Be a blessing, be blessed. Go and multiply. Return to me a millionfold.”

Mantakin kung ipupunla ang ganyang basbas-kulamnista o orasyong mangkokolum sa kuwartang may kalakip na kambal na ngiti—‘yung bagong P500… uh, certain findings show that giving away P250 touches off happiness in the giver, so a P500 gift translates to what the Chinese call as “double happiness.”

Muniin na masunuring alipin, alila, alalay or even a retinue of myrmidon infantrymen ang tahasang pagturing sa kuwarta… hindi panginoon— na umiiral na pagtingin sa kuwarta.

As St. Luke had it worded: “No servant can be the slave of two masters; he will either hate the first and love the second, or treat the first with respect and the second with scorn. You cannot be the slave both of God and of money.”

Money’s myrmidon, not Lord Mammon to be served or be subservient to
—oo na nga, naglisaw at naglipana ang mga pusong Mammon sa sambayanan.

With such a firm, even tumescent awareness of faith on monay—misspelling intended—they’ll just come and come and come and come and keep on coming, mwa-ha-ha-ha-happy holidays!

Kahit naman ungkatin pa si Congressmanny Pacquiao, tiyak na igigiit ang kanyang karanasan sa pakikipagbimbangan sa ruweda… “It is better to give than to receive.”

Teka, kabilang ang inyong imbing lingkod na nagagalak sa nadagdag na ngiti sa mga hilatsang limbag sa mga salaping papel ng Pilipinas.

Marami ang noon pa’y umaangal na duling na nga ang ating singko, pulos nakasimangot o galit pa ang mga mukhang nakadungaw sa mga pambayad sa pananagutan—parang masama ang loob o sumusulak ang ngitngit na magbayad sa mga bayaring obligasyon.

Such contagious grim and glum profiles ought to give way to icons that ply out winsome smiles.

Pero kahit sodium bicarbonate ang ikaskas sa ngipin ng bayani upang kumislap sa kinang pati hilatsang itatambad, tatamaan ng erectile dysfunction kapag nasilaw sa kuwarta.


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