Thursday, February 8, 2007

Kutumb Episode 1 Online

Vinci in toto? Without 'na radio! [01?]

Franco was called, one meter and sixty-five, black mustache and blacks. "But you're the one that makes a triple and three doubles?" Inquired to me. I, his face in the naive sense Italian (today) and not in English, I like Banfi, waving from left to right cheeks that I had.

Einvecesì! A triple and three doubles, ergo a one twelve p.m. centotrentuno eleven or twelve and giuddillì, nine hundred thousand at the exchange rate Cucuzza and broken! At that time a salary category B stationed just outside the six hundred thousand, actually a bendiddio in which to choose:

- number THREE mignottoni Afghan remedied give the cup, the comparison is puttantùr gnenteee;

- number two week vacation studying and working in England, near London (122 km single track with train);

- ... A number radiolibbera!

Pursued by memories of the Onan (ra) barbaric and give the cup, which was so called because it had bald crapa Recchia and alone, the choice was only one: laradiooo!

Yes, because the other stories we've done radiolibera were choked, and then that dream better than this? Gentlemen, nothing but chat and emmeppitré: I'd be the Arai, the Abbibbissì!

This time the money was and equipment would be professional. There was an engineer foo (which I remember) beam from him!
Epper when we still did not have eighteen who had never been to Capannelle? It was a journey without Google Maps, with tuttocittà again with different resolutions for the districts in which chiddìo knows what has away 'is what? It got there in the country, with the engineer who worked at home among the cows, look at you and waving "Hello, Frank!" And you maybe they are sincere, but just were not Franco. However, this
-I do not remember his name-we sold the "linear", a dresser with beautiful anodized aluminum front panel that alone costs the same as all the DIY that I had made by hand that had never worked (they, the 'high-frequency was something else!).
somewhere is still there, in the box on the terrace, with his monocle (the meter) looking at me looking like Odysseus Polyphemus, hollering in pain Nobody (eeeccomi!) has blinded ...

0 comments:

Post a Comment