Ms. Paoloni [...] As we go? Evil.
see that better? Yesterday he said "terrible"! [...]
Professor. dr. Guido Villa Celeste Tersilla primary clinical agreement with the mutual - Luciano Salce - 1969
I practically lived in almost clinical, but the visit to my doctor for the recipes, it is I always feared for the amount of patients. My hope 'to get out (alive) before midnight, but I always realize that, unfortunately, the environment is already packed with popular forums and full.
It remains only a few lucky place in distinct, and then standing.
La folla è tra le più svariate: ragazzi e ragazze, una donna che fa dei ricami…però si nota subito che le migliaia e migliaia di nonni e nonne centenari, la fanno da padrona essendo la netta maggioranza
Un po’ atterrita dalla presenza di quell’ingiustificata orda di pazienti chiedo incauta un innocente: “scusate, chi è l’ultimo?”… la domanda scatena un putiferio perché nessuno vuole essere l’ultimo! Si contano a vicenda, parlano insieme (e non si capisce niente), c’è quello che nega dice di essere arrivato dopo, quello che dice che è lì solo per la ricetta, altri che piangono…insomma, quando cominciano a scatenarsi i primi scontri, evito the launching of tear gas by police, making and keeping me as a reference by the woman of embroidery, she may be the latest victim.
As time passes, people continue to arrive and 16 are already more than seven hundred people.
Silence reigns supreme, but will immediately notice that all the grandfathers and grandmothers, ladies and gentlemen, look around hoping someone will say any bullshit, to begin to talk about it.
When all hope seems to vanish, the first arriving punctually bullshit, of course, turned to the only person of seven hundred that he was not looking around, "but knows that she embroiders benisssssimo?" The woman
looks up and smiles proudly, leaving just 90 minutes and a chorus of applause accompanied by an impromptu Mexican wave. The old woman next to (the one that made her the compliment) asks about the type of embroidery and style, firing its more technical terms in order to surprise and the envy of those present (here we understand its true purpose) . A lady from the air a bit 'stoned may fall immediately: "Ah, but then she embroidered ?!?", of course the old sly nods fair" when I could .. YES'! "And part of a series of accurate descriptions of the various works of art made, that would pale Michelangelo. General discontent among the grandmothers, devoured by envy, they try to join later in the speech with the same idea of \u200b\u200bthe cunning old woman, but it's too late, the old ladies are immediately belied by the doctor's office and removed to kick. After the time
dell'apoteosi known that the public still eager rumored perhaps because not satisfied with the discussion, as all males have been left out and therefore have satisfied their duty to have a say. The bad time is short, however (as good) as one of the grandparents in a row between the two hundred people standing waiting for the recipe, think of a brilliant idea.
pretends to confide whispering to his friend that "once it did before because the recipes kept them in the drawer "and then deliberately, his voice rising, he exclaimed," but then with this story of a junkie ... "now the first lady stoned may fall further:" What? I drugged? In that sense, what happened ..? "Delirium returns to reign supreme and part of the race to be first to tell the story: An old
tosses his club to change its handle with both hands and tossed in the face of strong neighbor who had aspired to go with the story, an old man throws down her purse on the second floor of the nearby (which had raised their hands), punches, kicks and sounds of broken bones (in the confusion are also launched the smoke from some ex-policeman was the first riot).
Taking advantage of the scuffles, the cunning stratagem of Granny embroidery before, but had already positioned (with a trivial excuse) next to the stoned, and then succeed in beating all those present began the tale of the general disappointment:: "I know ... once the doctor released the recipes in the box, until the drugs have started to rub, and then rubbed ever !!!!!" Mrs. stoned still does not understand, then explain to all involved, each with its own history:
We start from the beginning, the suspect was the discovery of thousands of old people s died as a result of the recipes have not been withdrawn. Then comes the description of the doped type, defined by grandmothers as a monster with 3 heads at least 6 feet high, with 9 tails and a pestilential breath. Then it is narrated by only two grandparents when they put to flight a horde of two hundred drug addicts, or when a prescription had to reverse the terrible path (from grandma's house to study medicine) and was protected in the tremendous journey from little old ladies rash 5 that alone had to face hordes of drugged-ogres.
The stories follow one another, than to steal from the future of the recipes before the doctor's signature to the epic battle (with sword), who has had starring no other than the doctor, and a terrible drug-mutant recklessly that was found with his hands in the bag (the recipe) and shouted "I will be only one!". Obviously it had the worst, and the doctor brought the recipe in hand with her grandmother make triumphal cry of joy and applause general.
Time passes slowly, but the long wait that has exhausted the few remaining young, has been made to forge a solid partnership between the grandfathers and grandmothers present. We come increasingly ghettoized and ignored (some inexplicably disappear and I begin to worry about), while the old men continue to join forces with each passing time raccontarsela happy. Weekdays from 56 'to the day of retirement, from his first wife (Loren equal to equal) to the last that breaks.
The wait is more exhausting, it's already 22 but the doctor still in the first patient. All
have peeled several times the 500 magazines (many rare today and Novella 2000) on the table and then gave fire to heat the food.
now the arguments are scarce, everyone knows everything about everyone, so you decide that it is time to begin the first steps: at my right hand in a big bowl of screams and sfidone bestemmioni different.
Others devoted themselves to Trump and the scopone, always fighting with his companion. To my left a
Granny pulls out of the basket a turntable, attacks him and begins to play the notes of "la mazurka in the suburbs. " Several hundred people took the old race bike and make up and down the hall pretending to be the tour of Italy, women are rooting for them and throw bottles of water.
When fox hunting I realize that I was only young myself, and I start looking around suspiciously. Slipped on the back and approach the medical office where I can sneak in disbelief at the empty desk swiped a recipe of the doctor, the patient dall'ausculto distracted.
Actually a grandmother at my back I discovered at once, forcing me to stun him with an elbow in the face before it is placed in a scream. Carefully transport the corpse in the closet (Where I discovered a dozen young people dead for hours). I can no longer qualify for the study and then I fall out the window.
are now 2 am satisfied when I look at my recipe and we transcribe the medication for survival.
While I move away and start from the fireworks ...
