Asco Soundboard
The sound of "Me da asco" echoes through the room, a sharp intake of breath conveying disgust and disdain. It's a sound that cuts through the silence like a knife, leaving a lingering sense of unease in its wake. The guttural syllables form a harsh contrast to the soft hum of background noise, creating a stark juxtaposition that is impossible to ignore. "Asco tu programa, amiga," comes the next sound, dripping with contempt and scorn. The words are loaded with disdain, the speaker's voice tinged with a hint of mockery. It's a sound that grates on the ears, leaving a sour taste in the mouth as it lingers in the air like a foul odor. "Que asco," comes the third sound, a simple yet powerful expression of revulsion. The tone is thick with disgust, the speaker's voice trembling with emotion. It's a sound that sends shivers down the spine, a visceral reaction to something repulsive and offensive. "Que asco (Rubi)," follows, a derisive chuckle underlining the speaker's disdain. The words are tinged with a sense of superiority, a smugness that is palpable in the air. It's a sound that reeks of arrogance, a reminder of the speaker's contempt for those they deem inferior. "Que asco que das catalan," comes the next sound, a harshly whispered insult that lingers in the silence. The words are filled with venom, the speaker's voice dripping with malice. It's a sound that cuts deep, leaving a mark that is impossible to erase. "Que asco que das," the next sound follows, a sharp exhale of breath that conveys both disgust and disappointment. The words are heavy with scorn, the speaker's voice tinged with regret. It's a sound that lingers in the air, a reminder of the speaker's contempt for something or someone they once held in high regard. "Asco piria," comes the next sound, a sharp retort that rings out like a gunshot in the silence. The words are filled with anger, the speaker's voice trembling with emotion. It's a sound that reverberates through the room, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. "Que asco de furro," follows, a muttered curse that hangs in the air like a dark cloud. The words are filled with bitterness, the speaker's voice choked with emotion. It's a sound that cuts straight to the heart, leaving a deep wound that is difficult to heal. "Sida," comes the next sound, a whispered confession that lingers in the air like a ghost. The word is heavy with sorrow, the speaker's voice trembling with emotion. It's a sound that carries the weight of a lifetime of suffering, a reminder of the pain and loss that can never be undone. "Es que tengo parkinson," follows, a quiet admission that hangs in the air like a shadow. The words are heavy with resignation, the speaker's voice tinged with sadness. It's a sound that speaks to the fragility of life, a reminder of the inevitability of mortality. "Abememe," comes the next sound, a nonsensical utterance that hangs in the air like a riddle. The word is strange and unfamiliar, the speaker's voice tinged with confusion. It's a sound that defies explanation, a reminder of the mysteries that lie just beyond our grasp. "Que asco que das imbecil," follows, a sharp rebuke that lingers in the air like a slap in the face. The words are filled with anger, the speaker's voice trembling with rage. It's a sound that cuts deep, leaving a wound that is slow to heal. "Ormai ascolto solo gianni morandi," comes the next sound, a simple declaration that hangs in the air like a promise. The words are filled with nostalgia, the speaker's voice tinged with longing. It's a sound that speaks to the power of music, a reminder of the solace and comfort it can bring in times of trouble. "Nmms que asco," follows, a muttered curse that echoes through the room like a curse. The words are heavy with disdain, the speaker's voice trembling with emotion. It's a sound that cuts straight to the heart, leaving a mark that is impossible to erase. "Uta que asco," comes the final sound, a whispered curse that hangs in the air like a dark cloud. The words are filled with bitterness, the speaker's voice choked with emotion. It's a sound that lingers in the silence, a reminder of the speaker's contempt for something that cannot be undone. You can play and download these sounds here.
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Asco Soundboard

The sound of "Me da asco" echoes through the room, a sharp intake of breath conveying disgust and disdain. It's a sound that cuts through the silence like a knife, leaving a lingering sense of unease in its wake. The guttural syllables form a harsh contrast to the soft hum of background noise, creating a stark juxtaposition that is impossible to ignore.

"Asco tu programa, amiga," comes the next sound, dripping with contempt and scorn. The words are loaded with disdain, the speaker's voice tinged with a hint of mockery. It's a sound that grates on the ears, leaving a sour taste in the mouth as it lingers in the air like a foul odor.

"Que asco," comes the third sound, a simple yet powerful expression of revulsion. The tone is thick with disgust, the speaker's voice trembling with emotion. It's a sound that sends shivers down the spine, a visceral reaction to something repulsive and offensive.

"Que asco (Rubi)," follows, a derisive chuckle underlining the speaker's disdain. The words are tinged with a sense of superiority, a smugness that is palpable in the air. It's a sound that reeks of arrogance, a reminder of the speaker's contempt for those they deem inferior.

"Que asco que das catalan," comes the next sound, a harshly whispered insult that lingers in the silence. The words are filled with venom, the speaker's voice dripping with malice. It's a sound that cuts deep, leaving a mark that is impossible to erase.

"Que asco que das," the next sound follows, a sharp exhale of breath that conveys both disgust and disappointment. The words are heavy with scorn, the speaker's voice tinged with regret. It's a sound that lingers in the air, a reminder of the speaker's contempt for something or someone they once held in high regard.

"Asco piria," comes the next sound, a sharp retort that rings out like a gunshot in the silence. The words are filled with anger, the speaker's voice trembling with emotion. It's a sound that reverberates through the room, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

"Que asco de furro," follows, a muttered curse that hangs in the air like a dark cloud. The words are filled with bitterness, the speaker's voice choked with emotion. It's a sound that cuts straight to the heart, leaving a deep wound that is difficult to heal.

"Sida," comes the next sound, a whispered confession that lingers in the air like a ghost. The word is heavy with sorrow, the speaker's voice trembling with emotion. It's a sound that carries the weight of a lifetime of suffering, a reminder of the pain and loss that can never be undone.

"Es que tengo parkinson," follows, a quiet admission that hangs in the air like a shadow. The words are heavy with resignation, the speaker's voice tinged with sadness. It's a sound that speaks to the fragility of life, a reminder of the inevitability of mortality.

"Abememe," comes the next sound, a nonsensical utterance that hangs in the air like a riddle. The word is strange and unfamiliar, the speaker's voice tinged with confusion. It's a sound that defies explanation, a reminder of the mysteries that lie just beyond our grasp.

"Que asco que das imbecil," follows, a sharp rebuke that lingers in the air like a slap in the face. The words are filled with anger, the speaker's voice trembling with rage. It's a sound that cuts deep, leaving a wound that is slow to heal.

"Ormai ascolto solo gianni morandi," comes the next sound, a simple declaration that hangs in the air like a promise. The words are filled with nostalgia, the speaker's voice tinged with longing. It's a sound that speaks to the power of music, a reminder of the solace and comfort it can bring in times of trouble.

"Nmms que asco," follows, a muttered curse that echoes through the room like a curse. The words are heavy with disdain, the speaker's voice trembling with emotion. It's a sound that cuts straight to the heart, leaving a mark that is impossible to erase.

"Uta que asco," comes the final sound, a whispered curse that hangs in the air like a dark cloud. The words are filled with bitterness, the speaker's voice choked with emotion. It's a sound that lingers in the silence, a reminder of the speaker's contempt for something that cannot be undone.

You can play and download these sounds here.