I know I normally post our battutari are geared not to say the least politically correct but the language clean.
I also know that in 98% of cases, we only self-produced material.
I realize that, in addition, a long time since the blog languishes.
Let's debunk these easy assumptions.
for you [for us] three more or less fresh shoot memorable:
First.
Raffo: "I rode a mari er ass ..."
Marino: "And oh well, you must poem'..."
Raffo: "Ma 'n fact it is useless to me ... so I ... er blood mica we do the bitter orange."
Next.
Marino, Raffo and 2 friends in Trastevere.
Marino: "We go here?"
Friend 1: "No, not if you smoke here"
Marino: "Then there?"
Friend 2: "No, not there That have a drink"
Marino: "Then let's go to that pub over there? "
Friend 1:" No, there if you do the barrels, break out the balls "
Marino:" Find me a wreath? ".
Last.
This is a cover, foul language, humor there is really strangely and takes place in the absence of Lucz and Marino.
reported because I want to take sides against the easy glottolinguistici racism that plague today's society.
contextualized:
Last night I was playing in a local little known outside of Rome. pre-conciliation, musicians preparing, working arrange the chairs. One of these chairs are still upside down on the table where I sat and the girl guitarist, waiting for the soundcheck. The chair is therefore the only one left still rests with the seat on the table, the four legs to the ceiling:
Waitress: "That we leave it like that?"
Raffo: "We liked as an ornament, a vase of flowers seems ..."
Waitress: "If, but there is only a convenient co 4 de ass holes."
nochalance If you can imagine the princess heiress with whom the young lady has given the phrase, you can see the standing ovation that the 14 musicians have turned to the formidable Battut.
I remember now another pearl of the girl above.
Same location, just 10 minutes later.
Strolling among the tables in arranging reservations, the maid-comedian [seems tautological, but it is not] known to land a pile of garbage, apparently forgotten by the cleaning lady. After looking straight at me which of us was standing around [incredible these things when they come I am always in the neighborhood], assumes the typical look of someone for one thing, a half-closed eyes and one eyebrow raised with a lot of well- sardonic smile, and opens fire.
Waitress: "Aridaje. The chick in the morning just like je lasciacce quanno cleans the autograph ..."
She turns and walks away.
people in the trade, raise your hands.
utmost respect for those who work and do four sets laughter.
