Un autogol, gol en contra o gol en propia meta es un gol en el que un jugador introduce la pelota en la portería de su propio equipo, ya sea voluntaria o accidentalmente. Este gol se acredita al equipo contrario como un tanto a su favor.
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Llevo en esta prisión un mes y un día,
sin saber por nadie lo que acontece
¡Y hoy es martes, gran Dios!...¡Martes y trece!...
¿Por qué el terror invade el alma mía?
¿Por qué me inspira un miedo extraordinario
esa cifra, ¡ay de mi! del calendario?
¡Ah, no cifra fatal!... No humillareis
el valor de Don Mendo; no podreis;
todas iguales para mí sereis...
¡Trece, catorce, quince y dieciseis!...
— Pedro Muñoz Seca - La venganza de Don mendo
youtu.be/xSf_YHi8qx0?si=7RNwyp-hChlD9NXh
#Martes13
Hola Chata, ¿cómo estás?
¿Te sorprende que te escriba?
Tanto tiempo, es normal
Pues es que estaba aquí solo
Me había puesto a recordar
Me entró la melancolía
Y te tenía que hablar
¿Recuerdas aquella noche en la cabaña del Turmo?
Las risas que nos hacíamos antes todos juntos
Hoy no queda casi nadie de los de antes
Y los que hay han cambiado
Han cambiado, sí
Pero bueno, ¿tú qué tal?, di
Lo mismo hasta tienes críos
¿Qué tal te va con el tío ese?
Espero sea divertido
Yo, la verdad, como siempre
Sigo currando en lo mismo
La música no me cansa
Pero me encuentro vacío
¿Recuerdas aquella noche en la cabaña del Turmo?
Las risas que nos hacíamos antes todos juntos
Hoy no queda casi nadie de los de antes
Y los que hay, han cambiado
Han cambiado, uh
Bueno, pues ya me despido
Si te mola, me contestas
Espero que mis palabras
Desordenen tu conciencia
Pues nada chica, lo dicho
Hasta pronto, si nos vemos
Yo sigo con mis canciones
Y tú sigue con tus sueños
¿Recuerdas aquella noche en la cabaña del Turmo?
Las risas que nos hacíamos antes todos juntos
Hoy no queda casi nadie de los de antes
Y los que hay han cambiado
Han cambiado, sí
A tu vera, siempre a la verita tuya
Siempre a la verita tuya
Hasta que por ti me muera
Que no mirase tus ojos
Que no llamase a tu puerta
Que no pisase de noche
Las piedras de tu calleja
A tu vera
Siempre a la verita tuya
Siempre a la verita tuya
Hasta que por ti me muera
Mira que dicen y dicen
Mira que la tarde aquella
Mira que si fue y si vino
De su casa a la alameda
Y así, mirando y mirando
Y así empezó mi ceguera
Y así empezó mi ceguera
A tu vera
Siempre a la verita tuya
Siempre a la verita tuya
Hasta que de amor me muera
Que no bebiese en tu pozo
Que no jurase la reja
Que no mirase contigo
La luna de primavera
A tu vera
Siempre a la verita tuya
Siempre a la verita tuya
Hasta que de amor me muera
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Gracias.
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He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire
Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Lover of the russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the Kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son
Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Lover of the russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
For power became known to more and more people
The demands to do something about this outrageous
Man became louder and louder
This man's just got to go! Declared his enemies
We are z. cavaricci
We are laser removed
Tasmanian devil tattoos
We are third string we are puck
We are special people's club
We are the half shirts with
Irreverent spring break top ten lists
We are munsoned we are squat
We are flashing twelve o'clock
We are spread out butt cheeks
Pulled apart so just the air leaks
We are "ishtar" we are tab
We are no right turn on red
We are the moustaches
The beatles grew when they dropped acid
You are the heart dotting "i"
In the word "apologize"
Scribbled drunk on a postcard
Sent from somewhere volcanoes are
I am the heart with no name
Airbrushed on the license plate
Of a subaru that was
Registered in pennsylvania
We are zima we are barf
We are cinderblock yard art
We are baldwin brothers
Not the good one but the others
We are amway we are shemp
We are sir david of brent
We are the queef after
A porn star breaks the gang bang record
You are the heart dotting "i"
In the word "apologize"
Scribbled drunk on a postcard
Sent from somewhere volcanoes are
I am the heart with no name
Airbrushed on the license plate
Of a subaru that was
Registered in pennsylvania
Steel is strongest so say we all
And if we all were not brothers of metal would we fall? No
They tried to test our spirit
They tasted steel before we were done
Grinding their bones into the dust of the past
All blown away like a shot from a gun
We cast our lot together four still stand as one
Here we'll remain forever till our kindgdoms one
Brothers of metal
We are fighting with power and steel
Fighting for metal, metal that's real
Brothers of metal will always be there
Standing together with hands in the air
Let us drink to the power drink to the sound
Thunder and metal are shaking the ground
Drink to your brothers who are never to fall
We're all brothers of metal here in the hall
Our hearts are filled with metal and masters we have none
And we will die for metal, metal heals my soul
Brothers of metal
We are fighting with power and steel
Fighting for metal, metal that's real
Brothers of metal will always be there
Standing together with hands in the air
@Rorschach_ @Xtrem3
@Xtrem3
Al mirar información sobre el dibujante, sale que la tira con ese título se empezó a publicar en los años 90 del siglo XX. Así que es mucho más reciente.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_McPherson_(cartoonist)
@mis_cojones_33 Hombre, viéndolo así...
HACED VUESTRAS COSICAS Y PREPARAD LOS BAÑADORES
@ChiquiVigo
cc @paumal @Ripio
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I travelled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times
I'm sure you knew
When I bit off
More than I could chew
But through it all
When there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way
@Jakeukalane @lamonjamellada