Ladies and Gentlemen,
this is a sad evening. It is the announcement of the withdrawal from the market model Ballanti 1970, a great product for a great year (also my chance). A product that has thousands of satisfied users, male and female. A machine capable of loving you in seconds, light up a cigarette, ask "did you like?" and give the illusion of being there for hours. But now nicht, nada, nisba, flab, no tripe for cats.
Because today we are faced with the outcome of an evening where beer and rum and coke and Amaro Averna (known to be achieved through the skilful blend of 20 herbs and a few kilo of peyote) went down like a biblical flood. For the uninitiated, the proposal was made in March in a bar at Marina di Ravenna of his 40th birthday, at a time between 22 and 4 am (lean to the 3, which is the hour of the devil). And through a relentless series of circumstances and chance, for example, find a ring in his pocket, and an alcohol and hematocrit out of scale, and in front of a beautiful woman (woman who, incidentally, something inexplicably test for B. , a feeling between piety and worship), and also a natural inclination of B. theatricality and gestures towards the cock.
During the evening Paul knelt down, made a dramatic pause, he asked softly, "Where the hell am I?" Francesca and asked her to marry him with a potato in his mouth and diction a profound vagueness about where and when. But
B. is a man of his word. Once someone engages, go to the end. It is one thing that was noted since the days of football and soap in the shower. He took his time, tried to leave the country, has tried the latte in the Rohypnol of Francesca, the introduction of the Babylonian calendar with date and time on things from messing up. But now we're here.
But I thought, can not be all. One of the great talents of Paul is his ability to entertain (as well as a large dowry of Francesca is the ability to pretend to be surprised). Even in the days of football. B. it was all bullshit and inspiration, able to dribble 7 men (opponents or companions, does not matter) and find himself alone in front of the door between matte and then admit that laughter was the wrong door. Paul is so.
So where's the surprise?, I wondered. How will surprise us today? In that room this morning in downtown Ravenna and sold as "City", was actually a recreational club with bowling club for the elderly? That young lady who has read the articles at random from the "Oath of the Junior Woodchucks," was actually a wretch bought two snacks at the bar? Absurd sheet that should be a certificate or diploma or a come-fuck-her-name of marriage, so it looked like a pizzeria menu plastic? And you wonder why Paul has signed the Phenomenon Jimmy and Francesca Calamity Jeans? And why the exit I saw old people with bloodshot eyes wildly throw handfuls of rice?
Questions that we all made. But here's the surprise. Here's the special effect with double carp B. There has served
was all true!
The news is hard, I know, but stay calm and hold on to those next to you (possibly alternating man with woman). Paolo and Francesca were married for real. I know, it seemed all a ruse and a few guests eerily resembled the cast of "Doctor Who". It seemed a way to gather some friends and rebuild the interior of the house. But Paolo and Francesca, though it is hard to say, love. Paolo and Francesca is not that are more family than before (can not) just for a piece of paper, but today we are celebrating with them for how they managed to trick us all.
must admit we are nothing in front of Paul, we are crap.
We are dwarfs on the shoulders of Dancing.
