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in newspapers these days takes a yellow bench really interesting: the hair of our Premier.
One day in a carpet which has the head the next day seems a fungus mushrooms.
I say that not even the hair more than he could have committed suicide and in mass.

This story, apart from making me feel even more proud of my President, I am reminded that almost I attended all men, had with his own hair (or ex-such) a troubled relationship.
One sported a mop head on the tub. Her hair was so stiff and wiry that I never jumped in mind to make him a caress. And he insisted to want to bring long. After a day at the beach seemed to Wilson, the ball pet Cast Away.
After the shampoo on his head had to tip over a bucket of gel extrastrong trichological to quell the disaster.
Once we went together to a wedding of friends and he seemed to have taken a shower with silicone. During dinner, drank a bit 'too much and when the cake took advantage of the distraction-General to sit on a bench a bit' on the sidelines.
He had to be really bad, because from a distance I could see doing something that never did: they went head down and repassed his hands through his hair.
The grandmother of the bride, and had noticed the pain. So he went to all thoughtful asking:
"Young man, are you okay? It does not take a slice of tor ... "He raised his head
shooting e. .. aaaah!
Wilson with his tuxedo.
Repeated slaps had cleared the estate of the gel. The expression of mullet and retching did not improve the picture.
The grandmother left him slowly plate with the cake on the bench and walked away in a hurry.


After some time this ex-emplare discovered ironing chemistry and there our story began to crack.
When he came to pick me showing off his new hairdo to Mrs. Robinson, I was too hard to get in the car. He had a helmet with the center line and cute toes curled outward. The only thing missing was a pink hat with a veil.
Sometimes he had started with the same aggravated by the 'wet look. "
And then I seemed to come out with a Mocho Vileda.
"Either me or do you spread the polonium in the head."
Obviously he married another woman.
I know that the marriage has exaggerated the chemical dose and the bride, when she saw me on the altar, and then snug on the threshold of the church as a donkey.
"No! I do not want the little page of King Arthur! "
It seems that the father was able to convince her ear whispering" quiet this time it's all fall. "

Then I ran into a person's hair with Toto Cutugno.
How much liked because of that Pagliarone!
He said that to grow the bunch was the great turning point in his life.
Wow. What svoltone.
If you had just the shampoo and the engine would not ever put a helmet to prevent the wig that dent.
One day I observed: "You are right. If you were to smash at least we would find on your head hair in order. "
did not appreciate the sarcasm, but he understood the message. In fact, stopped using the bike after shampooing.

Once his barber to take his hand and he shortened his hair a couple of inches more than usual. He promised to denounce it and ran straight home. He stuck his head in a wool cap and if you took it the following month. In July.
I hope I never lose my hair. Would find the gas barrel.
Unless you decide to do as my friend. Read a partial baldness, decided thickening of the void with a toupee. But just could not get used to the wick on the pumpkin. The itch, gave him heat, was never in order. But in the days of the cold comes in handy. And even in summer, when fired in the air-conditioned office at zero degrees. Thus began using it as a hat. Now to go out and puts it away when it enters another's house, church, restaurant and respectfully to greet the ladies.

Even my former Palestinian , when he arrived in Italy, had a problem with the hair. Line on the one hand, and curl end rogue wave. Seemed to be the husband of Scarlett O'Hara.
the series "I like you for who you are," ordered him to be immediately removed from the head quell'impiastro.
Clark Gable then asked me to accompany him to a barber any.
A devilish thought appeared in my mind. The poor
not oppose any resistance. He sat in the middle of the room with her hair wet and a towel over her shoulders. There was not even a mirror. When he saw
wielding the scissors from the kitchen, he was a doubt
"Are you sure? Have you ever done this before? "
" Sure! "
Yeah. Cicciobello to my cousin. At
me doing well. But when I came to the front bushing, I giving too much emphasis fury with a scissor kick from fear.
"Hey up!"
"I'm sorry I hurt you?"
"No, you made me afraid."
Damn, I had opened a highway through his hair!
shredding here and I tried to repair there, but I did not see the solution.
In the end, I left a longer lock which went to cover the wrongdoing. With a hairpin that did hold the tuft repairman, would be perfect.
"Here!"
He took an aluminum pan and we looked into it.
"What have you done!?"
"Why? Watch the pan that it is deformed. "
" You think so? "
When I had almost convinced that he had made a masterpiece, I remembered that quell'aiuola mowed side was raped by my boyfriend. I made him put his coat and I deposited on the door of the barber found.
I went to pick up an hour later.
"How have you done? You look like a turnip! "
He raised his eyes to heaven, invoking Allah's patience.
If the day that we met agreed that the Palestinian had a problem with my hair, I must say that his problems that day became two.

Returning to our President, I call on all men with the same syndrome of neglect. When the hair will begin to leave, in fact, that service and mettetegliela liberatevene you first. Forget lotions, report, wigs, and transplants.
Zac. Montalbano cut and go.
We women appreciate it more.
also because if Squinzi we like the man with the ponytail, by adult - stressed, impatient and hysterical - we prefer much more the man who does not let us find the hair in the sink.
Bottom line: If you look like Richard Gere and ... okay, some hair around the house can also tolerate. But if it looks like Richard Gere and now turns to San Francisco, and then no. Not worth it. Piazza San Pietro A
prefer the desert of the Tartars. Capito
Knight?

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The one with the money

A person who follows my blog asked me: "But one with the money you've never met?"

Obviously yes, but it was the wrong one.
And not for the history of money does not buy love, as teach us Flavio Briatore and his wife. No. The problem was another.
This guy wanted his money with us exclusively that he wanted.
E 'right? But how is that fair? So where is the deal, excuse me?
You start with a wallet with a man around, and that acts as a regulator gone mad, which is always in the wrong direction.
No, no. Defective item to be returned immediately. I bought

absurd things that had nothing to do with my taste.
stuff with feathers, sequins, lace.
I thought maybe he was looking for a transvestite. But then passed to phase bows, ribbons and laces, and I am confused ideas.

Once appeared with all the boots Fendi studded with zero heel and furry red overflowing.
"But still, even with these things seem Claudia Schiffer un'esquimese hump.
What makes you think that my calf to the heel gifts close to the ground and the fur of murdered squirrel! A simple pair of boots blacks, heel twelve - that I need it - no? "
The thing that made me angry the most was that with that amount I would have redone the wardrobe.
I put those boots only once, to go to the office, hoping to go unnoticed.
Illus.
"This morning we go to hunt whales?"
"Can you get on a chair or you take in your arm? "
" What did you put two socks in the chinchilla?
Arrrgh!

had done so, decided what he wanted for me, if I was OK, ok, or nothing.
One day I accompanied her to the hairdresser. While the chopped, former emplare leafed through a catalog with some models superatomiche. At one point he gets up and comes to us with his face possessed.
"Let me like that!" Says my hairdresser.
"You talk about me? And that is a pizza? "The frantic
indicated a model with Titian red hair streaked with strands of gold, in the sense that the basis of his hair were woven with gold thread.
To my hairdresser did my eyes like this: $ $.
"Well! This hairstyle is very demanding and expensive, it will take a long time ... "But I intervened in a slip

" Go and sit down please. Valerio you do the usual. We should not go to Oscar Night. "
" But I like it! "
" Look, if you could see the likes of ... "
" We do not see anything! You have them put you hair to Wonder Woman! "
He gave up and sat down again dreaming of models with hair from one hundred euro each.
At the end guess who paid the hairdresser? Another

Once the ex-emplare came to fetch in the pool with that glowing dangerously.
"I want to make a nice gift!"
"But it is not necessary ..." I did not want to do
compliments, I had already learned.
It dragged me in the studio most ancient, expensive and pretentious city.
And when I say "dragged" I do not use a euphemism.
I tried to stick to the light pole, a telephone booth, a lady with a stroller. But nothing doing.
I tried a last stand of clinging to the closed door, but suddenly gave way and opening up right at the heart of the studio.
All this under the impassive gaze of two caryatids put there to serve the customers.
"Please lady, please sit down"
gaze of one of them succumbed to a moment at the sight of my clothing.
I come from the pool, madame, not the beauty contest for poodles. A
taken over my black bomber, holding it like a dead rat, the other in the order began to pull on a candy pink coat, a coat and a blue jacket, yellow angel paradise.
I did not understand what he had to watch that ebony with that passionate. I just saw in the mirror like a Troll disguised as candy.
If I put one of those leaders in my closet with my clothes probably would have taken a beating. Bullying textiles.
I was miserable. That idiot could not pay me something more useful with all that money? I know, the card for the swimming pool, car insurance, a new capsule to the grind!
Meanwhile, one of two mummies orange lipstick had invaded his teeth and dangerously threatened chin and nose. The other the eyelashes hanging from the lids about to become unstuck.
Yuck. I smutandate orders of Benetton!
the end the one with the drooping lashes I put on a cloak of gold brocade, green and turquoise, which cost as a moped.
"Mamma mia, I look like the grandmother of Ali Baba "
The old way I felt angry and reported that monument that was standing by myself.
"There we go from here?! At Sisley balances are crazy! "
" That stuff you can buy the well alone. "
now agree with me that the deal was not there?

finish with this episode and tell me if I was wrong.
Easter.
knock on the door, and I'm going to open a chocolate egg as tall as me, wrapped in transparent cellophane. In front a huge heart and the words "I love you." What
romantic? Wait a minute.
Yo, I will have it repeated hundreds of times I like that one type of chocolate.
Lindt milk. At best, with hazelnuts. Stop. Quick and easy.
then this figure does not cost, is everywhere, even in the butcher in the form of all: tablet, pellets, egg, rabbit, chicken, and maybe even Santa Claus Berlusconi.
EU, the egg of a dinosaur was not dark chocolate?

Good grief and anger!
cell phone rang. It's him.
Ok, check.
"Have you received the gift"
"Oh yes, thank you, I had to leave home to let us in."
control.
"See how nice? I know you do not like, but this workshop is just chocolate flux. I went there on purpose because I was told that the measure makes the eggs you want.
I requested a high and heavy as much as you. "
But cute. A twin egg. Control.
"I understand. And ... a ovettino Lindt milk is not it? "
" Come on! Lindt, does not do these things in great. "
" Yeah. And have you any idea what I'm supposed to make us now with this meteorite? "
" Eh, I do not know, I melt into the milk in the morning. "
" Sure, I've got for me at breakfast the national soccer team. "
" I hope not. However, what is the problem? Do not eat it, keep it as is, for beauty. "
" Right. Now I pay the rent for a studio as well, egg. "
"Are you nervous?"
"No. I'm pissed off, because you threw a figure equal to my salary to buy something I knew I would not like just because you like it! Now to return to this vienitelo frittatone and never buy anything! Why buy anything you do not know. Deliver money here and there like the lottery Italy, without a logical order! If I say I'm hungry buy me a shoe polish, if I say I am cold, buy me some ointment for hemorrhoids, "said
We did not have" control "? Oh well.

I closed the phone and looked at the monster.
I hoped to make my by surprise.
I tried to move from the entrance, but without success.
"Man, I so much weight!?"
I removed the cellophane and went to take a hammer.
I climbed on a chair and ... sbam! sbam! sbam! At the third
hammered gigantuovo broke into two.
One half fell on the shattered ceramic umbrella stand. The other half is
havoc on a plant already dying, printing it on the floor.
From this disaster came out the worst toy I have ever seen in my life. Color
carrot, bunny ears, nose to snout, paws goat and no trace of eyes.
The chocolate contained an alien invader.

In conclusion, I say that a man with money is like an aspirin, serving more and not hurt.
But a man who can not use their own money is like a traffic cop: most of the time useless and dangerous when it starts operating.

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Indecent Proposal? The

Allow me this little digression.
Recently I saw Indecent Proposal and concluded that the most indecent of all the film is the title.
Defining "indecent" proposal accompanied by so great a regular offering, it seems really inappropriate. If instead of Robert Redford had put Massimo Boldi, I would have understood. But here we are talking about a
marcantonio first class for one night in the company of a little woman, offers one million dollars to her husband. In my country, some blatteroni you blow away their wives without asking permission and then not even offer you a coffee.
I came to doubt that that title was the usual carnage of the Italian securities (those who had the courage to translate in Lost in Translation Love translated - just to understand), but no. I went to check. The Italian title is a faithful translation of the original ( Indecental Proposal). Better that way. Otherwise, this year we
Bobby Redford sued Of course not.
"indecent to me? And you c'avete that dwarf stripped for a butterfly-shaped brooch cafonissima offers in exchange for dinner with dessert taste old man with Viagra? "
He was right.

Come on, with all the romance of the world, the economics can not be underestimated. In the film prestamoglie
her husband after being dropped due to unbearable paranoia, tells her: "My mistake was in believing that I'd forgotten."
Bah. I say that with a million dollars you forget who made you well. However
is what I mean it was declared the worst movie of that year.
We want to talk about what of the figure? The husband does not spend a penny, and the uncut donates a hippopotamus. A good director should never confuse the genres. Here is the past even by romantic fiction.

I repeat: such a movie these days does not make sense. With the crisis that's out there, but Indecent Proposal. The titles translate into Italian this time the Win for Life.

Maybe they should withdraw from video stores and do not forward it on TV anymore.
People are confused.
Who knows how many couples are leaving for Las Vegas, hoping to run into a millionaire in white.
"It pulled a bit 'up the skirt, otherwise there is not even towing the waiter! Then
cabbage that we pay the mortgage, and suvvettino ski again. "

I know people who have established a tight yellow.
They arrived at the end of the film and did not understand what was this indecent proposal.
Then came someone to clear up the mystery:
"I know! The rich guy had the stomach to bring the amount in cash rather than stocks and bonds! "

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Listaiolo

Question: What is a list?
Answer: a list.
Wrong!
For some people it is a way of life.
And I am not referring to the list of resolutions for a better world. Alas, I'm talking about what to enter discos and clubs. One of my ex-
emplari breathed only knew he was on at least two lists for the evening. No matter what type of event it was, the important thing was that there was a list.
He spent half his time making calls crazy:

"Arnolfo carisssssimo! How are you? Eh we manage, we manage. Listen, I know that you have the list for the Feast of the Dementia Rotary. Do you mind include me? Perfect. What? We must all come dressed in yellow with purple pants? Of course, what's the problem. You're always my best friend, thank you. How? In that sense what name you write? My, is not it? Ah. Do not you remember. "

" Gandolfo! My friend ... eh it goes, it goes on. Look, I'm calling to the list for The Night of the Flying Nerd. You can also add my name? Thanks, Gandi. A good make. How? Certainly some, right. All dressed birds. That's fine. I'll see you and say hello to your legendary grandfather, always a lively mandrill eh? How do you say? Ah. Condolences. "

" Marcolf mine! How long! Eh, we fight we fight. Tell me, 'you've got a list for you on Thursday of the lame cast? Yes, please, if there was a spot on the list ... Ah. There is still no. Okay, but we are only on Tuesday. Sure sure, with chalk. I do not know if I can get a break on Thursday, If anything, I put fake. I agree and say hello as Liliana. What? Wow I'm sorry. Ah, I see. Well, then say hello to Hugh dearly. "


steps in show business, does it mean to be and if this image is functional at a profit, why blame the unfortunate? Reservoir Dogs always do these cruel jokes in which the employee entrance pretends not to recognize people in the TV and put away without mercy because they do not on the list. Bad.
Antonella Elia, Antonella Elia to prefect style, kept repeating: "AO, but you're out? I'm Antonio. " So, without a last name. Manco had said "I Pupo.

However, this ex-emplare was not even the show. But if you notice not to be on a list, it gave the show. I'm not talking about a kid of twenty, that you know the age of such clouded mind. No, I'm talking about an adult with the syndrome of concealed storage. I'm serious. He was terrified of being put aside, to be cut off from society. The list was the best way he knew how to let the world know he was there.
Even more absurd that his conviction was the same for others.
Once, while returning home from a club, we stayed with the car dry. It was very late and the nearest gas station was about three quarters of an hour way. A couple stopped to lend assistance. They were both in their fifties, lived in a village in the province and were returning from a wedding, it was wrapped in two terrible clothes ceremony.
together weighed more than a road. But they were very kind. They went up to the pump and took us to a fuel tank.
the end what he said to thank the idiot? "You were delicious. I leave you my number, if you pass the new here and want to take a ride all'Histeria Baldoria or call me. Let me put on the list. "
The two made a smile of circumstance, stuffed into his car and hit the rocket.
"You could not just offer you some coffee? What we must do two fifty hippos in the country Baldoria?! "
" Everyone wants to be on the list of Baldoria "
" Listen, Schindler, the revelry you you've got it in my head. "

Despite his diligence sometimes happened that his name was not on a list. But he did not give, he complained, was one thousand phone calls, call the police, the UN and protecting animals, there is always a good idea. In the meantime I
I walked away stealthily approaching any group of persons, provided that no one associated with him.
But this time was particularly disastrous. MondoBaccano was Halloween and there was a huge party. The listaiolo had moved ten days before and after many phone calls had cornered two spots in the bottom of the list.
The evening included a fancy dress theme. The ex-Raven emplare wanted to dress up, that of the film. But as her sister had makeup looked more like a panda. But I was wearing a dress with orange balloon and a bare foundation of the same color. So pretending to look like a pumpkin. In fact, the Raven asked me "why are you dressed like a tangerine?" Overcoming
skeletons and ghosts in the regular line, we headed towards the entrance with the sign "Lists."
The Crow made his name displaying a calm that had not, and waited while beads of sweat the untying the dough in his face.
"No, no." Panic

"It is not possible, controls better."
"No way, you're not there."
Insult! You're not
"Listen, I am very dear friend of Hannibal, it was he who invited me ..."
"Hannibal? And who the fuck is that? "
Ok, it was time to mingle in the crowd. Began the approach maneuver to a group of girls dressed as witches.
"Why, Hannibal the Cannibal, the one who organized the party!"
"You were misinformed. This festival is organized by Nicola alone. " And already the name

... "Well, I know him too. Can I come in now? "
" No dear, you have to queue like any other ordinary mortals. "
Embee, define deadly army of ghosts and zombies ...

"Look mate I occupy a prominent position, if you let me go you have a number of advantages ..."
"Listen, Care Bears: First I'm not your friend, for your benefits to make them enjoy your sister Get off my back and now I blocks the entrance. "
I always approach the more witches.
The panda was about to leave, then turned and began his show:
"You did not understand who you are dealing with! I am a friend of Giambattista that track, and Ernesto Sparalesto Gianriccio Capriccio! I just make a phone call and you're out. OUT "( Really you're out ). You were in the cradle while I participated in the legendary Night of Braghe Hot in '91! And in '88 I was also elected Mr. Jersey Health sweaty! Without me this evening has died. DEAD! ( ok, and on, it's the right night ).
Now that I call you to come and separate the black sheep of the white ... "
That was unimpressed. He called a great bouncer and pointed to the struggling.
The mountain man approached him slowly, looked into his eyes and four fingers of his hand gave him a pat on the forehead. So: Puc!
Mamma mia, now looked like a Pierrot with his fingers in the current. At that point I
azzeccai a bit 'too witch, who noticed it, looked at me and walked away. One said, "but I want Super Santos?". In my little
well I had done a fairly good picture of shit.
Former emplare came back to me and said, "Let's go, there is bad people."
Indeed, it was just the debutantes' ball. But we two were the ugliest of all.
And the most watched, not for style.
disappear was agreed that the solution.
"Yes, yes, let's go" We walked to the parking
quickening his pace more and more until we had two sprinter seem a bit 'geek.
"Now where do we go so combined? We can not even go there to make a pizza! "
" Do not worry, we are also on the list of Halloween party of Leopardi. "
" The Leopards? And who is your friend? "
" No, the school Giacomo Leopardi. "
!...!....!

I must say that was a very exciting period in terms of social life, but for obvious reasons, the story went like a rotting bag of milk out of the refrigerator.
But I did one last favor for this model: put it on top of the list of my ex. And without him even making a phone call.

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Ok, truce ended, back to ex-pickaxe emplari zoo.

This post is dedicated to a person who is not part of my repertoire. Oh I know, a real shame, but I've made a reason.
Copyright is a dear friend and former colleague, who has allowed me to recycle trash his memory. And here we are talking about a bell'ettaro landfill. In office

prophetically dubbed the "bag" because it exhibited a fine physique bag of garbage. Often missed adoni you redeem for intelligence or at least sympathy. Bag instead proved to deserve that moniker not only for container but also for content.

bag was a bank employee. A major bank. Presumably earn a fair salary, especially if we consider that the story is set at the time of the lira.
Yet he vowed to poverty, and for him every opportunity to spend money were the work of the devil.
restaurant? A den of thieves and germs. The disco? A bad place to degenerate. Vacation? Certain death.
the movies you could only go on weekdays and 17 of the show, which cost half. But my friend, that there shall call Ariana at that time was still in the office, so be patient. Most
was an ice cream cone one flavor without cream. According
bag gifts were a curse of the consumer society, so for every occasion delivered to Ariadne written on a card with the amount you had put aside a savings account for their marriage. The saint also thanked. But once he balks.
"Okay okay Christmas and birthdays, but for the Women's Day, I prefer the mimosa in more than a thousand pounds of savings accounts."
He showed up with a sprig of oleander plucked and snatched a bush in the public gardens .
"Yes! Oleander, mimosa, flowers are always "
" Do not own. The oleander is poisonous. Throw this stuff and go to wash your hands, you moron. "

Another bag was fixed mommy. Mommy mommy here and there.
I say that the past five years so it is best to avoid calling her mother. At least in public. It can also be a loving thing, but to the ears of others always sounds a bit 'creepy.

However, the mother's bag was still on his deathbed. Or rather, it was not, but if he "felt".
The son was left on time to influence this rosy prediction.
"But if it's healthier than me?"
"Yes, but that has to do, she feels that is about to die. You feel it yourself? "
" I? Good heavens, no! "
" There, you see? But she feels if . "
" But if I am twenty years if he feels it! "
" What do you mean? What should he die? ".
" No, no. For heaven's sake! "
But if you really feel if ...

Mommy accidentally bumped the statue of Padre Pio: there he is, the divine message. Book the Cathedral for the funeral. Mommy
dreamed of a rat dressed as St. Peter's a bad sign. Contact the funeral home. Mommy took the heartburn is the end. Alert the priest to the extreme unction.

"To force which has the heartburn ... have you eaten a whole goat!"
"chicks who are you gonna do? The kid with potatoes is the only joy of Mama. "
Oh. Then they swallow a whole flock and get it over with so much, but taaaanta joy.

My friend had a dream: to go on the snow. Begged her to take her bag in a ski resort two hours drive, a touch and go for one day. But he was very puzzled: there were three problems: the high cost of gasoline prices, the only restaurant in the area, and the dying.
The first two agreed to a fifty-fifty (that sentence) and an omelette of macaroni brought from home. The third problem had to negotiate much more. Eventually he was convinced to accompany mummy bag by his sister, so she died alone.
During the journey he did bag a dozen phone calls to see if the transition had occurred. Nothing to do.
Once on top, Arianna was happy despite bag had evolved into a large garbage bin: quell'oscena silver ski suit was the only thing that mother had failed to remedy the market.
Arianna went running toward the square all snowy and full of people. Bag followed her with difficulty, then pulled out his cell phone to call mom and ... drama! Not there field.
In a panic, the bin began to roll around the yard waving up and down the phone.
the end gave up.
"No way. We need to get a bit 'further downstream. "
" Go alone to the valley, call Mom, see if she's dead and then come and get me. I'm staying here. "
" Are you crazy? It will take a couple of hours! And how much gas we waste? "
" Can I put petrol here and let me go. "
" If you like this chick I'm leaving. "
Reassured on the economic front, the infamous went to the car. But then it occurred to another look, turned and said
"And the omelet? If I get hungry ... you brought a knife to make it in half? Chicks, but you're by sliding ... "
Sbaaam. A backpack containing a pancake macaroni crashed into the dustbin.
"Eat it all, merdaccia. I go to the restaurant. "
He was careful not to replicate, and more from following Pulcina.
restaurant? A den of thieves and germs.

Later, Arianna decided to pull the strings of that relationship rickety.
"Either we get married, or we leave."
bag had already made a sort of proposal two years ago, a bonfire, but Arianna replied that it was better wait, suspecting it had something to do with half a watermelon filled with sangria.

fact before quell'out out, bag fell from the clouds and hiding behind his shield space:
"And how do we, chicks, with mother who is that? I do not think the case ... "
" Your mother will be happy to see her son married before she died. "
" And if he dies first? "
" It's time to hurry. "
Bag Own goal!
Nosed danger, fearful that he lost and drew a sad smile ambiguous
"You can not."
"mean?!"
"We have no money."
"And all the money set aside over the years? Those gifts and all the holidays that we have not done? "
" Those are not enough. "
" What did you do with your salary? Work for ten years! "
" They did not meet. I need. "
" For What? "
" For mother's funeral, you know you want it in the Cathedral, the tomb chapel, and everything else. "
deathly silence. It must be said.
bag felt the thrill of being the leader, the one that decides what to do and what not to do it. We took
taste and launch the final attack by repeating a phrase he had heard of those Men and Women:
"Anyway, I've never promised anything."
Ah, my bag, tronista That have no brain, but at least that have both the physical. "
No?!? And when you asked me to marry you, then fire? "
" What fire? "
" The one where we were posted to celebrate our engagement anniversary! "
" Oh, that. Oh well got to do that, that was a question, not a promise. "
Ouch. Bag, ... would have been much better to admit the alcohol out of the norm.
"enough is enough on with this story and go home, Mom will be worried. Today
wanted to make a baba, but the dough is leavened at all and she was so upset, poor thing. He says it's a bad sign ... but chicks that you? "
In turn, bag was found beside a female Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"You know what?"
"C.. C.. What?"
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"BUT YOU AND VAFANGUL mommy!" If

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The bag stuffed with the keffiyeh

In this post I will take a break from the havoc and disaster, and speak to a ex-emplare decent. Why was someone else I would have ended up taking her vows.
Indeed, more than decent I must say that it was for good, so I will take them around because they do not deserve it.
Really: this guy was a little person in the place. In spite of himself. Yeah, because the ex-emplare above would have preferred by far seem to be a formidable person, but just could not. Let me explain. He came from Israel and was a Palestinian Arab. It was not in Italy to hijack planes, but to study and graduate. In spite of any possible injury, was the most harmless of this world, but it made him angry as a snake. To begin

not exactly towering stature and round spectacles adversely affected the physique du role. Then there are polite ways, the seriousness and shyness made him a great person to disgustingly good. He felt there anyway to look like a shady, but if the old ladies asked him promptly hand to cross the road, something was wrong.
However I repeat this ex-emplare was a good person, so I'm not going to tease him.
I will only say that the poor had the shame of the group of his fellow students. Not that they were terrorists in disguise, I do not think at least, but their appearance was more similar to the idea that one can have a Palestinian. All high, black leather coats, dark sunglasses and beard of two days. When walking along the corridors of the university made a certain effect. But then it came into my plush tail with the keffiyeh, and the effect vanished.

A friend of mine - gusher, style no-global, vaguely comunistoide, but also lost sirocco - absolutely wanted to meet him.
"Fiiigo! You put a Palestinian! Grannnde. I've always said that you are a tough. "
I tried to warn her:" See that one is completely normal. "
" A Palestine can not be normal. Every Palestinian has the fire in his eyes, fighting, the desperation of a people deprived of their land, the history of injustice for centuries ... "
" No look, you're off the street ... "
" Forward, forward! We know this fellow! "
?? When the friend arrived
I introduced them skeptical.
My friend was dumbfounded. He expected a guerrilla fighter with machine gun over his shoulder and instead found himself in front of the smurf.
I looked deeper in search of the god of Arafat. Macchi.
He crumpled in on itself. I tried to revive the conversation, but it seemed an Arabic TV with sound broken. She moved her lips but did not feel anything. My friend gave him a couple of questions with a political background, then grew impatient and blurted out, "EU, but you say, do not you feel?". The situation collapse. The poor fellow blushed, stared ... and horror: he spoke in his ear. I wanted to die, had since kindergarten that I could.
He mumbled something to me, but grabbed only "this Bazza. Mad. The "p" just did not succeed.
The girl was definitely upset. I took the situation in hand and said "Ok, we gotta go." I pushed a little beyond the idiot brother of bin Laden and Intimae the start of the library. The girl said sharply: "I told you it was normal."
"Listen, this seems not only a Palestinian, but I do not miss much normal."
And here I must break a lance in favor of the former emplare: a smandrappata with her hair half blue and half the blacks, the body riddled with piercings, only two tests in the manual and the fourth year out of course, ruled that the boy was not normal because he expected a sort of Terminator!

time after Arabic received a visit from a dear cousin and fellow countryman.
Being a big fan of Italian football, decided to take him to see a game National, Naples.
Before you get in a car, I tried to explain with gestures to his cousin that it was better to leave the house Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses just bought.
In Naples you never know.
Since the boy seemed not to understand I asked my ex to translate, but even he seemed surprised.
"Why should not put them?"
"Why daughters might steal them, right?"
"How do they do if he put them?"
"Like this" and took off his glasses from the nose of the relative, as I had seen a couple Sometimes the thieves Naples. The little rose

"What do you mean?! We are Palestinians! I want to see who allows you to do such a thing to two Palestinians! We are not afraid of anyone, what do you think? Just see my keffiyeh and no one comes close, I'll show you. Tse. "Here is the
Rambetto that paws. I wanted to say that for that category of people is only a keffiyeh scarf white and black. But I did not, so it was useless.
He motioned to the joint to wear glasses and started strutting around. Two steps and stumbled.

walked on land less than five minutes from Naples and the obvious happened.
Two guys on a scooter stopped beside us and guide an amused look sunglasses D & G.
I ficcai the fly in a bar and, to stay in theme Naples, "who have seen ', we have seen'." I had a good view from the window and witnessed the scene complete. What
driving the scooter at Inc. cousin said something that clearly did not understand and turned to my ex. He muttered something to zero volume and made a small step back. The two
"napulilli" ignored him and mocking his glasses marched from the face of naive, just as I had predicted. The
robbed tried to react, but a handful left the scooter in front of him stunned.
Finally my ex-emplare began to think to start the procedure to do something. And then I saw him at a rate of Moviola took off his glasses and pulled from its sheath pocket riporveli carefully. But unfortunately the sheath fell. Then lowered to the ground, pick up the sleeve, open the fatigue that is defective, put the glasses in place, perhaps the first to contact lenses cleaned a chamois cloth, replace the sleeve pocket, no, not the outside, the better the internal , close the zipper of the jacket it's cold. Now lift your head and try to focus on the situation.
The situation was already resolved and beautiful. Mariuncielli I were to get away with the loot while the cousin looked at them dumbfounded. But then the scooter came back and performed the outrage. The two are close to my ex, and the back seat, as quick as a cat, pulled the keffiyeh's neck and then shake in the air mo 'trophy while the other gave him gas.
English Quarters - Palestine: two to zero.
No. I did not laugh. It was not the case with a laugh. Do not laugh! Do not laugh! Okay come on, laugh now that you see.
I went to the counter and ordered two coffees. I looked out and called the chickens still petrified.
"Ragaaazzii! The coffee "
Because of my light-hearted, thought that I had not seen the scene and ricomposero. The dignity was not lost completely.
entered the bar and took a coffee in silence. For the duration of the match and afterwards, I pretended not to notice that at both missing something.

After graduating he returned the boy to Israel. Today is one of the most talented lawyers in the country. But with that aspect should not have been easy. I once wrote that he had been called to defend a man falsely accused of not know what. Before leaving home, in the excitement, the neoavvocato stuffed by mistake had put the jacket of his brother, a tall boy.
When this jacket who walked in the classroom talks entered the jail, his client burst into tears and shouted, "Then let me in jail! What do you do it to me the process ?!?".
Instead, he was acquitted.

However I repeat this ex-emplare is a good person, so I'm not going to tease him.

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The Rambetto

Personally I have always despised the guy "Rambo." The muscles all venous make me a little sense. The eye confuses me sideways and mental disorders due to the difficult past, I stressed.
But over the years I realized that many people yearn to resemble the hero of the above. Do not they go around the mountains bare-chested, with a red headband yelling "I did nothing, I have not done anything ...." This no. But occasionally you see them shoot button a vein in the neck, determined to physically resolve the issue. Too bad the opponent is absent or can not hear. But for them this is just a detail.
One of my first boyfriend was very tall and big enough, but he had the agility of a sofa and was well aware. Once I told him about a guy who had joked a bit 'heavy with me and my friends on the bus. He, like a bloated frog and red in the face, began to hiss through gritted teeth what he would do to that guy if he had in his hands.
That transformation into a kind of Hulk tomato baffles me a little, but somehow I felt more secure, safe.
The next night I saw him, the type of the bus, and pointed to my steaks.
"Here, the bus "
" Who? "
" What did the fool with us the other day! "
" But who, that guy? "
" That's him! "
The guy did not seem more dangerous a penguin. The fact is that my couch po'su a thought, then smirked as to be above and concluded:
"If it was not because I have a new shirt, I did that black dwarf."
Not that I wanted to start a riot, but a little goodness' of consistency!

After that I understood how things go: a Rambetto every man has within himself, but in many cases, as some items in a window, only for display.


Later, I found myself witness to a scene even worse, an ex-players always emplare and a shirt. But the antagonist of my Rambo on duty was not a human being, but a gate.
We were in the car with me behind the wheel. We passed a beautiful uninhabited villa, famous for its terraced gardens leading down to almost touch the sea. The property was surrounded by walls rather thick. The only opening was a huge wrought iron gate.
"What I'd like to climb over that gate and see sti famous gardens on the sea!" I said dreamily.
him, bright and proud, threw it there: "I have done. "
" No! Really? You have bypassed and you get in? "
" Yes, it takes. "
" Come on! And how is it in? "
" paradise. Trees will also see the squirrels. "
nailed the car and I reversed "U" from seizure license for life, earthly and unearthly.
"But ... what are you doing? We'll be late ... "
" I want to climb over that gate! "
He tried to dissuade me, but I was now a prey to the syndrome of Candy Candy.
I jumped out of the car and I appropinquai the iron monster.
was really impressive, all the decorations, scrolls and tips lance. A small step over the past
by crowds had taught me that the gates are processed more and more are available. The worst are those anonymous vertical and parallel bars.
A foot here and one there, one hand and a more up there and it was made. In less than a minute on the other side I was running along beautiful tree-lined avenues, with the nose up to look for squirrels.
At one point I stopped and realized that I was ... alone! What had happened that
contaballe!?
other side of the gate as a depressed orangutan at the zoo.
"What are you still there? Come on, come on! "
" No, I've already seen. "
"Come on! Leapfrogging
More woke up my voice trailed off as his own.
"It's okay, wait here."
"What the hell are you saying? Come on! "
" E 'which I think is a bit' high ... "
" But if you've already done, come on! "
" Yes, but I was trained "
??
"Really I do not see that it took me a minute!"
He began to feel the smell of bad impression. Then sighing went to the bars.
already taken the first quell'invertebrato I realized that he had never even climbed over the gate of a chicken coop.
Her fingers were soft and shaky.
"But not c'avrai fear?"
"Eh, what I told you that I already did!"
"Then go!"
With both hands, desperately clinging to the bars, began to think where to place the right foot. Nothing to do. Just could not rise. I decided to help him, but now in my mental game has already lost a life. Not because it was like a wooden chair, poor guy, but because he played in thirty years should stop with the strambotti. Unnecessary for most.
"Next, put your foot here."
He sat up and executed. It was not even a foot from the ground and shook like a mobile phone vibration. I drove throughout the maneuver until it reached the top and could go with one leg on the other side of the gate.
"It 's almost done up, now put the other foot here."
Maybe I calculated wrong size because this time its 44 becoming jammed between the two bars. But then the ground clearance was much higher and above the miserable c'aveva a spear of iron pointing menacingly toward its lower parts. I tried to refloat
, stains. That damn shoe did not want to leave.
seemed just a dummy thrown over the gate by a tornado.
began to laugh before quietly, then louder and louder, until I had to look like a sadistic mad. He did not even have the strength to say, but I'm sure at that moment I hated with all his might.
"Damn you. And now? "
" Uauauauauah "
" Stop laughing and help me fool! "
" But how did you do last time? "
" What time? "
" That squirrel "
" But what the fuck squirrels ... Let me get out of here! "
" Aha, I had realized that was not true. "
" I said get off me! "
I looked around and saw a pile of old shingles. I took and began to write a hit on the shoe to make it come off.
"Ouch, but you're crazy, you're hurting me!" That little voice hysterical
killed forever Rambo sparafrottole ten minutes earlier.
"AO, is the shoe does not move, you now to unfasten. Try to pull your foot out. "
"Noooo!"
"What no and no? You want to stay here for life? "
" Okay come on. But it seems to me that I have the sock a little 'washing'
"But I figured,"
imagine a horn. You have lost another life, prevented.
Freed from the grip, the former emplare climbed out of the gate.
"What are you doing? Give up? "
"Yes, I give up. I was going to lose out to Zebedee's gotta be back! "
" Bah. Do as you like, I make a turn. Wait in the car. "
" Where are you going?! Help me to get all the way down! "
" Again? How sad you are. "
" Oh well fuck you, I alone, you go to get this fucking around. "
When I returned to the sample gate was gone. On the other hand there was her shoe wedged between the bars and a piece of shirt that hung from a bit sadly.
I picked up the shoe and walked away.
He looked at me grimly and I swear that I said just that:
"Now my mother daughters I explain it to you as it has been torn shirt. "
Thirty years played, gentlemen. Third
life lost, game over.