Balls of steel?

Or just unimaginative?

Michel Catalano has just received in his office two psychos armed with a Kalash and a rocket-launcher. A supplier arrives at the door, and the brothers go down to intercept. When they come up again, they leave the front door open. Oy, he says, I’ve got the heating on.

A fine piece by IRQ, with which I don’t agree entirely, and which contains a quote from a 16th century sonnet which I didn’t know but should have:

A Cristo crucificado

No me mueve, mi Dios, para quererte
el cielo que me tienes prometido;
ni me mueve el infierno tan temido
para dejar por eso de ofenderte.

Tú me mueves, señor; muéveme el verte
clavado en una cruz y escarnecido;
muéveme ver tu cuerpo tan herido;
muévenme tus afrentas y tu muerte.

Muéveme, en fin, tu amor, y en tal manera
que aunque no hubiera cielo, yo te amara,
y aunque no hubiera infierno, te temiera.

No me tienes que dar porque te quiera,
pues aunque cuanto espero no esperara,
lo mismo que te quiero te quisiera.

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