BUUUUUURRRRRRRP! (MO how to write a rùttone?)
In China Bonton is a sign of the end of lunch to prove that he liked.
Bon, with the toothpick between your teeth, look at the battlefield, I turn around two fingers between the glass of limoncello made Teresona in the house with the lemon Sciòrrento we brought her suitor field when it comes to the area for business and pressed down to Teresona (CIA scèttima of the portapoppe and an ass that makes the province).
....
Socci that grainy.
Piles of clam shells, we must also have them inside the shoes, now displaced almost all scion, scion four in the morning and is sitting three chairs Sergione beyond that position sbracato by Christ on the cross with his legs apart, his fly open, his head back and mouth wide open, snoring like a chainsaw.
Looking with the eyes now clouded by the continued event, the scientific osscèrvo apocal-fish (after all we ate fish) that remains impressed every time as if it were the first, is something theatrical, biblical, something that fascinates and inspires fear because here a ski sazzìa ancestral hunger, the ravenous hordes suck the poor defenseless shellfish with delight, embrace miles of spaghetti on his fork, cut thousands of slices of bread, drink ten liters of wine, an infernal machine, which cuts a Mangler everything that produces a roar of laughter, a wikipedia of crap shoot machine guns, a clatter of cutlery like a medieval battle, and as a battle at the end is a landscape marked by the cruel battle.
Scembra to see the famous scene in Apocalypse Now, a thin moist nebbietta (Oh shit, I'm four!) Ski moves slowly among the broken chairs, towels greasy and dirty towels thrown on the remains of 'horrid, but good, meal, and an unlikely Colonel Kilgore with varicose veins that stands in the greasy tank top and hat with the emblem of chivalry Mirabilandia says the young friend drunk and sleepy:
- " "The adolescents? The adolescents smell?"
"What?"
"Clams son, there 'nothing' else in the world that smells so ', I like the' smell of clams in the morning, once we had a clam for 12 hours and I stayed there over the grainy ', we would not more 'a shell, clam or even a dirty ring of fried squid, but the' smell, you heard the one about '... the smell of clams sciùgo, the whole table, smelled like ...... victory " .
shells crunching beneath the flip-flop sandals with the wives of men holding up their stunned by the grande bouffe.
still full of wine glasses, a sign of those who left us before, or martyrs dell'abbuffo cowardly fled before the arrival of mixed fried two in the morning, that the complaints are minor survivors who rise from the air rutteggiando reeling in search of a relief to aching bellies, dead eyes of those who saw the horror of piada with sausage and onions at three-quarter appeared to have wiped out the steaming past heroes .
... ....
" We Romagnoli we have seen things you people would not imagine mouths .... on fire while eating spaghetti with garlic and pepper on the tables Hardy bath Orion piada I saw flashing in the hands of German tourists who entered the doors of the hotel in Rimini Rivazzurra Tannhauser.
All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain.
is time to digest ... "
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