Sunday, October 11, 2009

Puppy Throwing Up At Night

Caramba!



Il video musicale mi è stato inviato dai tre amici cileni nel riquadro, fratelli di padre diverso e grandissimi fan degli Inti-Illimani , oltreché, dal 7 ottobre scorso, della Corte Costituzionale italiana. L'omaggio ha parzialmente compensato la settimana bestiale passata con il mio coabitante. Egli è stato preda di una crisi in cui ha alternato pianti, canzoni di Apicella al pianoforte, orazioni sul comunismo sionista capeggiato dai golpisti Murdoch e De Benedetti sul lampadario, barzellette sugli Obama al balcone, insulti alle donne , filmini di Bush, confessioni spontanee , e pacche sulle proprie spalle al grido di "meno male che Silvio c'è". Ha persino provato a strapparsi i capelli d'acciaio, rischiando un pericoloso lifting craniale.

Se almeno il problema fosse stato solo lui! Per giorni qui a house was a bustle of people uncontrolled or less known: it seems that half of Italy has decided to pull out our rooms. To understand the gravity of the situation simply scroll through the list of lamentatores who came to kneel at the bedside of my roommate, as he received them lying on the sofa with zebra Roberto Cavalli black shirt by playboy chest open on a more flaccid than usual, and the smile fading a martyr next to the last pull. Besides the inevitable Telesina , now trading for the upholstery of our house, have spoken, in order of appearance: Gattomammone with son most intelligent and beautiful two druids drunk water from the Po porcellum more constitutional that maxillofacial surgeon, who has restored symmetry to the face of that Gattomammone; Malvenduti , the mechanical dog that tokens to be more than capable consistent ; Recycling , the longtime friend of of popes, more democratic than honest Spellicciato the video above, more knowledgeable of Justice on anti-mafia . Among them also many new faces and some tissue disguised as a minister, so that the procession would be too boring not to the landlord.

Cause all this chaos were those two stoats freeloaders still the other night here during a bacchanal worthy of Trimalchio, boasted of being able to drag their side judges still undecided on Lodo. Promises to be a lawyer. My roommate if he was drinking, and how, and why there was very bad. To no avail messages solidarity posthumous Fornicon and Kim Jong-il . Indeed, the first sent him into a rage even more: "He was right when he said that Tantardini is the most stupid of the world," he exclaimed. "He had to send a message of solidarity to Napolitano not only to me. If someone can think of no Ghedini, who has invented the award just for me! "

About the President: Lately I am just punishment. He's younger than willing to institutional clash. When the proposed President of the Republic had actually understood" the Bureau of bowling " (Chamber of Deputies) and already had been sensitive to that role quite sull'indeciso. The ladies when they lose it in your mouth can become aggressive. Now my roommate never fails to scare him and has become a game for him, threatening him with the clash between powers and his past pro-Soviet . So the old man called to apologize immediately after the vote of consultations, but my partner did not want to learn to speak. Worried, the old Stalinist who searched the banks of the Presidents of the Chambers, but even this is enough : the next day my roommate threatened him again. This morning the poor fellow has read an article in the newspaper-killer of Citizen Bergum, who accused him of simulated an illness not to meet pope, more or less as it had done last December skipping the meeting with the President on the pretext of back pain to jump on a Mandinka fabulous. The seasoned Communist has also tried this morning to assure him that the leg was really bad. But he had already left, to fetch tutti i fischi da solo a Messina .

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

150 Fixed Projector Screen

new nightmares, cloisters media, Nobel laureates and serves Italie

Questa volta (lo dico con un certo senso di colpa verso i gatti lettori) a tenermi lontano dal blog non è stata solo l'ansia giramondo del mio coinquilino, ma una prescrizione medica: il Dr. Randolf mi ha vietato di interessarmi e di scrivere dell'attività di papi per un mese, da quando gli incubi che hanno protagonista il mostruoso Telegatto hanno ricominciato ad perseguitarmi.

Poche sedute psicoanalitiche via internet sono bastate al luminare per capire il problema: sembra che per qualche ragione io abbia inconsciamente finito per identificare il mio balio con un tiranno prossimo alla caduta but ready to do anything to avoid it, including the censorship of the opinions differ by million dollar lawsuits, the ' formal abolition of the tax system, the right to corruption of judges, el' autoamnistia advance for each offense. Given these deep anxieties, even the most reassuring of editorial Pavolini-Minzolini that the doctor had even given successfully in the past, have more effect: the split between my tendency to compromise Gatteschi home and my cat worship for freedom is now exploded, and my doctor has imposed a drastic choice between the popes and the papal private audience. For a month I

therefore tried to ignore the public life of my balio and I must say that this seclusion has helped me. I have avoided the marathon of my roommate in the studio by dell'esapode purring voice, and I've thrown away hundreds of emails protesting gattocomunisti with me for moving Ballarò. I have not seen the fridge and delivery of great design earthquake victims to the few who can now stop pretending to be in camp (for the other continues the holiday in a tent). I have not heard his speech at the UN, nor have I seen the Minister Bond pay a lonely applause at ' Bedouin friend.

I did not follow the TV his trip to Pittsburgh and I could not see the face tense Obama while his wife gives the latest recommendations before contact with the human beast. I have not seen the pope intercept in an airport looking for a souvenir photo autographed, as I have not seen escort the pope to the aircraft steps, where hard-working Swiss Guards have vigorously dismissed before they embarked on the sly. I unfortunately also lost his last joke about Obama , but account not miss the next one, when at last he drew attention to the world that even the daughters of the American president in the fund are tanned.

short, it was a month of silence, peace and relaxation , broken only a few days before the September 29 setting up in this house of a handful of voices (including Don Bondio and baby-snake ) and putti Rubens, who prepared the song celebrating the 73rd birthday of my partner. An inspired text:

We are here for you, heart and soul, a Nobel peace
, Silvio is great.
We are here for you, unanimous chorus, one voice
, Silva is great.

This song slightly puttanesca was the birthday of Silvio Committee pro-Nobel . A cantargliela, il giorno del suo genetliaco, c'erano proprio tutti i suoi al completo. Tutti tranne il gregge di donnine in tubino nero e il loro pastorello signor Tarantini-o-Tarantino, per la grande delusione del mio balio che era stato preso da un febbrile allupamento da quando aveva sentito dire dai giudici che per il ruffiano esisterebbe il pericolo di reiterazione del reato.

E stata una festa come tante altre: i soliti filmini di Bush, i soliti discorsi muscolari del presidente più amato dagli Italiani, le solite mani lunghe, le reazioni sempre più stanche e i sorrisi sempre più dolenti delle palpeggiate di turno, i segni della croce di Telesina sempre più contrito dai pentimenti, i rutti di Giulianone. E come all other parties, the end is left alone in the dark, with the broken record of Apicella that ran dry. I made him turn on the computer to check my mail and inform me of what happened in the world during my vacation month in the media.

Ecce superman, the best premier the past 150 years. The dazed look on my telepathic conditioning had been established on some fantasy that was waiting beyond the screen of the computer , while his fingers on the keyboard performed my commandments. I wondered: what if the secret of his success was that despite his immense power, his allergy to the laws, those cows worldwide, rallies televisive e gli istinti insurrezionalisti ; se il segreto del suo successo fosse che nonostante tutto questo egli fa misteriosamente ancora pena al paese gattone?

Ahi serva Italia, di dolore ostello,
nave sanza nocchiere in gran tempesta,
non donna di province, ma bordello!

Ma devo lasciarlo risvegliare: aspetta a cena due giudici della Corte Costituzionale e quando quelli vengono si mangia sempre alla grande.