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Mirrors perceptual


1 - "Raffo close mirror to the right"
2 - "Of course now"
1 - "Nooooo !!!!!"
[Craaaaaaaaaaaash]
1 - "But you have opened the idiot I told you to close it!"
2 - "How should I know! I've only heard '... the mirror ...'. In a kind, quanno hand, opens mirrors them, not close them. It is not my fault? "

moteggio This took place as he left on board a car 'not' guided by me, and the driver asked me to close the 'good' the mirror because, being a bit 'broken, leaving it open the glass would have fallen ...

This story is incredibly helpful in understanding how knowledge of past and now Skin and man can lead to complete bypass of information outside of chief importance.

I also wanted to bring it back because the laughter who have made the 3 passengers [including myself] have reached volumes not seen human ear can hear.
The owner of the machine [And the mirror was] much less laughed.

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I am a former lover [as they say in Rome] Corto Maltese
One of those films and books in many different ways: in short, half fanatic.
began yesterday an exhibition focusing on him and coincided with a multi-cultural events that I hate more: the White Night. Despite the hatred
[even the old one] I plan to get out and go see the exhibition of pirated Hugo Pratt.
I get home from work, tired after about 12 laborers, Doccio me, I go out, do an hour in a row with the motor, because the Romans, in their supreme cleverness, although there are free public transport, well have thought to pull the car. Parking away from the Victorian [where there is an exhibition], the way a casino although I have a payment to a foot, arriving at the Capitol [who always does his figure obscene] and in front of the museum entrance is a row mileage run a red light [I swear, as usual].

The moral of the story is that of idiots in this town, when something is free, take the car, you are 15-20 km, three hours in a row standing in front of a museum to see something that does not even know. How would
Berger: I do not!

But as this is a blog Battut, as mention in this regard:
"Hey, when in Rome aggratise ggente is there is also a magna 'shit. "

Since it is a bit' strong, with a remedy out of context.

the bar.
- Excuse me, what is a croissant?
- 70 cents.
- And the crumbs?
- Nothing ...
- Ok, then I crumble three ...

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A Sometimes the inspiration battutistico that characterizes us is a source of supreme misfortune.
Sometimes funny situations arises merry.
sometimes mixes the two and other times like this, it creates surreal situations to tell posterity.
It turns out that, for reasons beyond my understanding, a girl with supreme features and not without some form of intellectual splendor [carefully concealed behind a kit racing hateful attitudes] has been loyal to me. Loyal to the point of offering to do half way around the ring just to drag me out of the house one evening when I do not want to stay at home but I'm not fit enough to take my beloved two-wheelers.
Fattostà that, an hour after I had agreed with the gentle maiden, my fantasies nottambulesche as the Roman Empire fell in front of the Huns, scuppered by a slight indisposition and other issues .. organization [but which however, reason for being in my purely moody].
cangevole Despite my mood the person is trying to convince [require?] To live up to the agreed plan for the implementation of which she has worked really [is prepared, it takes the machine, pisses friends, rises prematurely friendly from the table of his house ... He even planned and worked around my problems .. organization]. Royal
incontrovertible and goodwill.
After many objections and not just blurted out "friendly" [but no less angry] the feminine counterpart, I can convince good-naturedly, I won my last reticence [Machiavellian masterfully demolished by the exquisite Miss] and she is routed to the time at home mine. Except that
.. the spirit of the joke humorous takes hold of me. And I can not help but uscirmene with a final text message: "I'm sick but I will ....". The laconic reply "and I'm in the car ..." not enough to put me on notice that something is going wrong and that the humorous intent of the message is lost among the dense mystery of the Italian telephone networks. I come to this conclusion with the 'sms 4 minutes later: "I'm coming back" I
: "Really?"
her: "yes"
I: "I do not believe" she
"wait and see."
I waited. And since.

This story has a moral: If for 27 years people say, and allows you to tease as you like, forgiving and sketching your unique and imaginative output hysterical, it is said that one day you will not find someone who makes you notice that you've pissed off the vessel.
utmost respect for traditional urinals.