If you are under twenty years probably does not even know what he's talking about. Who is the thirty
it should remember that once the SIP, the precursor of Telecom was the only way to communicate with him / her suitors, unless you want to use the Italian Post Office. But in this case it was necessary to consider that meanwhile the person concerned would also have been able to raise a family.
I am sure that cell phones and the Internet have influenced in some way on the reports. I do not know if good or bad, but certainly have streamlined procedures. At the time of my first romance was all the more daring. And I will not say the nostalgic "but also more romantic," because he was not at all. Someone may signal something more chilling, cavernous voice of the father of your boyfriend that you grunts on the phone "umpf, who wants it?".
Now we're used to the fact that the cells respond its owner, but was once a Russian roulette. Who will answer? The exhausted mother, brother or grandmother shit stoned? The fact is that this moron never answered.
Before you dial the number it would take a yoga exercise.
"Ok, on with the quiet. 758127. Oh. Brava. "
Tuuu - tuuuu
" See. There are only six harmless numbers, now I will go and see how he responds ... .. "
" PROOOOOOOONT '"
No! My grandmother ...
"Who speaks?"
"BB-good evening are a friend of Oswald, I can pass it?"
"The heading of the Emerald? No, no, I want nothing. "
" OSVALDO! His nephew .. "
" Emerald on the wheels? And robb'è? "
" Sir, I PASS OSVALDO !?!?!"
"Ah ... Osvaldo! Wait a minute. "
" Osvaldinoooooooo! Come phone, ready-grandmother. There is 'na Miss immoral that Allucci com' to that. "
But this is nothing. The landline was an endless source of bad figures for the recipient and the applicant.
summer my friend Julia hooked a handsome guy who called himself Myth. His real name no one asked it to him because "Myth" him exactly. He was very strong in all sports, was friendly and very popular. But the best of his specialties Giulia discovered it at the end of August to escape. Myth disappeared without leaving any message or mailing address, but she put on his trail as an English setter and eventually came to discover surname and winter residence, phone number, and then, of the fugitive.
Day X, X hours, Julia's house. The purpose of the mission: to send Myth fuck so as to reverse the position of my friend downloaded from unloading.
I was called as a support to military operations.
"Ok. We, are you ready? "
" Yes. Go "
Giulia dialed my dictation.
lacked only the to make the drum roll.
"AIUTOOOOO! SQUILLAAAA !!!!"
The handset flew through the air like a bomb.
"What are you doing ?!?!"
" I can not, you call it, then handed it to me. "
" Ok. But you're calm. "
" Yes. Go go! "
Recall and I answered a female voice adulthood. Certainly the mother.
"Hello?"
"Good evening, ma'am, there is Myth?"
"Who?"
"Mito M. .."
"I'm sorry, but there's nobody here who is so called, who you're looking for? "
" I. .. I seek a guy I met at a sea ... guy surfing .. "
" Aaah .. yes, my son, for a moment. Filomeeeeeeenooooo! A telefonoooo "
PHILOMENA!!
"PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
before I could repress it, came out of my mouth the most glaring of laughter in raspberry, the worst of all, the ones that try to repress them, plus they explode without restraint, the situation irretrievably worse.
Mission failed: hang up.
When I finally managed to report to Julia the real name of his myth, I saw her limp a parachute as it touches the ground. I do not know if the shock of being with a Filomeno or the shame of having been dumped by a Filomeno. Maybe both. But really, Filo?! If you do not want to disclose uncomfortable information, you have to educate them a little better witnesses!
a thing today, with mobile phones would not have happened. It would never have occurred to the situations described below in order of increasing embarrassment, all really happened. Not all of me, luckily.
Driiiiin
"Hello?"
"Hello dear! I'm Anna! "
Hi! Anna Russo! The bitch that I blew the guy!
"What?"
A moment of silence a bit 'embarrassed.
"I ... I wanted to tell you that I graduate next Thursday, then I partied at my house. I would have much pleasure if you come too! We rarely see but I think dovremm ... "
" Cut Short, hyena ridens. You're asking me just to make me die of envy. You know how much I care about you and that demented obese? Go and killed both of them died. "
sbam.
"Who was on the phone?"
"No, Mom. An idiot. "
" Ah! See this morning called the daughter of Aunt Iole. He wanted to invite you to his graduation party. I never remember what it's called that blessed girl. "
" By chance ... Anna? "
" Anna, yes. Anna. "
Driiiiiin
"Hello?"
"Hello, I am Virginia
" Hello Virginia, how are you? "
" Bad, bad. I'm hurt. Nicola left me, came back from Rita. That bastard. But I am sure that he did so only because it is too pressed for food. You understand? He comes back from her, she stops to ask him money and he is happy. But that man is? Ah, but this time I pay, eh. Me BP-GA! I went to Rita and blurted it all. And you do not try to stop it! "
" No, but .. "
" No! Do not try to stop me because I listen to you so many times, I let it pass. This time I do not, please RE-FER-MA! "
" Do not I want you to stop, Virginia, but you step mom, maybe it's because you wanted to talk with her. "
Driiiiiiin
" Plonto who is he? "
" Hello! Francesco throw me please? "
" I Paolino tone. "
" Pauline Yes, hello, throw me Francis? "
" I did a poo. "
" Ah. "
" Do you do a poo? "
" Eh, well, yeah ... that nice ... Hand me your brother? "
" No. My shit stinks. Your smell? "
" Okay come on, call you later. "
" Checco is here "
" Well! Pass it to me please? "
" You say you do Plima poop stinks. "
" Eh .. eh .. Pauline Pauline Franceschino pass me! "
" No. Make that shit stinks. Dicilo "
Forget it, damn brat.
After ten minutes, "Plonto?"
But that nasty ...
"Paolino, sweetheart, still me, throw me Francis?"
"You're the one that makes the poop smell?"
"No, you're the one. Pass Checchino please "
" Checchino mine. You blutta. "
" I ugly? Why? But how, I love you so much! I'll bring you an egg Kinder? "
" No. Dicilo you do poop stinks. "
" Piccolino ... why not throw me Francis and then go to see the cartoons?
"Cattoni blutti and smell like you. Checco, thou away. "
cornutino little bastard, you win.
"DO THE HUNT THAT STINKS, happy?"
"Not particularly. But I guess it's normal. "
" Francesco .... "
And we want to make a gracious mention of those statues that you can still observe and photograph some street corner? The phone booths?
When the call was truly private and could not risk having your father scream behind "Attaccaaaa! Should I call the idraulicooo ", then killed the pig and take to the streets with pockets of five pounds each.
After listening to excerpts of absurd conversations of others, came his turn to perform nell'umiliante attempt to keep up a relationship at the same time feeding the monster ingoiamonete. In the middle of the conversation came on time the bus was left locked by the Fiat Uno in two rows. And down with the horn worthy of a cruise ship. Obviously the question was still pending, but the flow of money no.
"Sorry, you were saying?"
"No, I was wondering if you had to have a drink together to talk ..."
Peeeeeee! Peeeeeeee! Machicazzhalasciatstamachinquammiezzmannagg
... "What?"
"I said that maybe we could talk in person if you tell me what time ..."
Peeeeeeee! "Escusatemaquilacabinaèdituttivoistatedatreoreiodevochiamareamiofigliochestaavercelli .."
"Yes, yes only a moment's patience, madam,"
"What? But with whom are you speaking? "
" With a lady who to call, listen I'll see you tonight at nine o'clock ... "
" UEIOVADODIFRETTACHEMIOFIGLIOPOIESCEEQUANDOLOTROVOPIU '"
" Hello!?! I did not understand at nine what? "
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
"See you at nine in the bar ..."
tlak.
... of course. End of currencies, end of story.
slaughtered a pig at all.
short, if there is some nostalgic regrets that the timing of the SIP, the reasons are twofold. Or was single, or calling Paul.
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