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Father's Week; Yeah, so what?

Enjoy a new installment of "En la bola" by Juan Vené

As with many other things, Mother's Day quotes are better than today's quotes. Father's Day is a consolation prize. Only advantages of men over women...: We don't have to give birth and we can urinate standing up.

Why do you complain that your children love their mother more than you, if you also loved your mother more. Dad brought the money home and Mom spent it. I never explained to myself why I loved mom more.

There is only one Padre, unless it is San Diego, a city that has had hundreds of Padres since 1969, when they founded the team.
In San Diego, every day of the year is Father's Day.

I suspect that they call priests Fathers. “The best gift does not come wrapped in colored paper, because it comes from the heart.” Mothers deserve everything. But it is impossible for there to be mothers without fathers.

Restaurants and florists believe that parents should demand gender equality.
Before Mother's and Father's Weeks existed, when were they given as gifts?
Every irresponsible parent should be injected into the brain with these five letters ...: cond-ó-n.

Very easy to forget Father's Day. No one forgets Mother's Day. Everyone has their father, even those without a mother.

It is unfair that instead of insulting one, they insult our mother and never our father.
Okay, “there is only one mother.” But no one has started to tell the parents.
Every mother and father who abandons a child deserves to be abandoned by Pope God.

There are 573 songs of praise to mother in all the languages ​​​​of the world. And there is only one song dedicated to her father, titled “Mi Viejo.” Thank you very much, Piero (music), thank you very much José Tcherkaski (lyrics). “He is a good guy, my old man / who walks alone and waiting /, he has long sadness /, from walking so much /. I look at it from afar/, but we are so different/; It's that he grew up with the century /, with trams and red wine /... Old man, my dear old man /, now he walks slowly /, as if forgiving the wind /. I am your blood, my old man/; I am your silence and your time/…

He has good eyes / and a heavy figure /, age has come upon him /, without carnival or troupe /.

I have the new years / and the man, the old years /; The pain carries him inside / and he has a history without time /… Old man, my dear old man /, now he walks slowly /, as if forgiving the wind /. I am your blood, my old man/; I am your silence and your time/. I am your blood, my old man/; I am your silence and your time/.

Thanks to the life that has given me so much, even a reader like you.

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