[MORF]

Éxito es:

* A los 3 años, ..... no mearse.
* A los 6 años,..... recordar lo que hiciste en el día.
* A los 12 años,... tener muchos amigos.
* A los 18 años,... tener licencia de conductor.
* A los 20 años,... tener relaciones sexuales.
* A los 35 años,... tener mucho dinero.
* A los 50 años,... tener muchísimo dinero.
* A los 65 años,... tener relaciones sexuales.
* A los 70 años,... tener licencia de conductor.
* A los 75 años,... tener muchos amigos.
* A los 80 años,... recordar lo que hiciste en el día.
* A los 85 años,... no mearse.

...Qué cosa... las Vueltas que da la Vida ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡

[Alaciel]

Ayyyyyyy, Morf, eso no es un chiste sino una realidad. Me hiciste acordar a mi epoca de estudiante de literatura, con el melanco de Jacques. Ahi va!!

Jacques: All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking* in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard*,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the canon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon* lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws* and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon*
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his* sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans* teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
(As You Like It, 2. 7. 139-167)