I spent a few months thinking of having visions. Dancin I saw everywhere. I thumbed through a magazine fashion-trendy (Max, Luxury insert or the Land of the Sun 24 hours) and saw Dancin full-page underwear CK. Guido Bortolaso \u200b\u200bfollowed with apprehension the TG1 and beside him on the right, which suggested what to say, Dancin. I'd play in a nightclub but she did not not a big dude and he pointed to his right and he was dancin. Kiki then said it was a fiction. and I felt better. is better to be mad in two than alone.
but then two things happened that made me think about (and note that in general, to make me think, it takes at least a dozen events concatenated and virtually instantaneous).
the first thing is that the radio blather on New Year's Eve. was a fucking radio, RDS or Veronica Hit Radio, one of with those drivers who always seem to hang from the pipe of laughing gas and over 2 hours that must plug minute or between 50 minutes and 50 minutes of advertising vascorossi celinedion + + + erosramazzotti canzonidellefeste. this poor man live from a tank and without the shred of a drawing that gives a sense of the shit that has to tell, at some point must have read something on the internet and saw that the course of radio DJs who attended was based solely on coercive techniques aimed at permanent separation between the frontal lobe and the oral cavity (so much so that the diploma is a terracotta statue representing a parrot), began to babble like this:
"Hey hey hey ... we are still on the radio blah blah ... it's cold today, eh? but we will keep you warm with our hit ... I guess to prepare for the new year, a great New Year to ... I wonder how excited you are (note: here the voice has become weakly excited and felt an enormous tiredness) ... did you know that the Chinese calendar 2010 will be the year of the tiger? ... ha ha ha, grrrrr .... no, come on, joke ... and then there 'is what the year, that is, for us because we will be the 2010 calendar of Brother guess ... ah ah ah, no, joke (note: Please note that the average radio dj when kids should always laugh and say that he was actually kidding and it tends to keep the general tone of his chatter on the note manic-depressive illness) ... we have the Gregorian calendar, that is, but there are people who have a different schedule (note: here the tone takes on a gravity almost scientific rapporteur front of an audience of morons to prove that our DJ if he wants, he can also be serious ) ... in Papua, for example, will be the 5320 ... For the Chinese, a stuff like that ... that is, it is very relative, no? ... but here's eros, eros with his last big success ... "
and the great thing is, I thought that maybe, in Papua do not know who is eros and who is not dancin, and that maybe if I go there I stop dancin all over the world to see and hear about eros Veronica Hit Radio.
the second event is that I saw the movie 2012. I saw it streaming on the PC. which is a micro-event in the first event. since I am the only idiot in front of an audience of speakers not to learn of the existence of the stream. which is a huge catalog of movies to watch at home without paying a fuck. which is another reason not to go out of home if not to throw garbage on the landing of a neighbor.
2012 is a disaster-movie directed by and starring that Paul Dancing Dancin this. a black cool and smart and geologist and gym visits a friend in India married to a geologist and this beefy Indian geologist friend tells him that there is a pool that bubbles and the Earth is warming and that too not good in a few months and that mankind will the fate of an egg. then hands him a notebook with black numbers and looks at him and says 'fuck'.
dancin meanwhile, is a penniless writer and disappointed by life and divorced with children and with his ex-wife remarried, leads the children around a park and discovers that the lake has dried up and as it is not a fool understands all of the theory Egg-to-boiled.
Black, meanwhile, goes from the U.S. president that he too is black and has a daughter pussy, I might as well say it now, eventually will go black with a geologist, and shows the President of the notebook and the president says 'fuck' and call up all the presidents of the world and together they decide to ship to survive until the effect of egg-to-boiled.
dancin ranging from ex-wife and says everything looks insane, but we know that is not crazy but then everything starts to explode and burn and then it seems less crazy to them and run into the car and then find a DC-9 and the new husband (who might as well say it now, he died trying to stop a bunch of keys to mimic dancin leaving the field paved the charm of dancin) knows casually drive the models of DC-9 that are incredibly similar to the real DC-9 and then if puts to drive and fly and fly and fall but then manage to go find them and where are the vessels.
black geologist while bad flirts with her daughter's pussy while U.S. President North America seems to milk brulee and people in North America seem a bit soft-boiled eggs' overcooked. and a lot of people are being loaded on ships are called Arche (do not ask why) and then there are all sorts of trouble that you do not understand a shit because the director seems to be a patient of Alzheimer's disease with a super 8, but you save almost all and eventually found a land where the black start and geologist limona the daughter of U.S. president and I think the touch even a roof.
and the big point is that at some point you see down in St. Peter with the Pope and, incredibly, the Italian prime minister, and then: a) the President Berlusconi is no longer with that cock it would have been in church, b) the President Berlusconi is in a crisis of religion and dies. a nice finish.
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