1990s
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THE REVIEW

I discovered about four days ago that I have nothing to do during this period...

On the fourth consecutive wake-up at 10:30, I said to myself: "no exams, no commitments, the house all to myself... just right." Not even "La Repubblica" to buy, it's too late now; so coffee and 1990s.

I intentionally make sure that during "You Made Me Like It" I prepare the coffee maker and everything else so that when I hear the little chorus of "See You At The Lights", I slowly press my lips against the cup (between the erotic-Brass and a timely Paulista carousel).

I don't even have a little biscuit to soak in the coffee... Oh, right... the "biscuit" is in the player!! (this is really terrible - until the last moment I was unsure whether to include it or not). What do I do now? Turn on the TV? No, it would drown out the 1990s... I look around and find an old picture of mine and I must say that I somewhat resembled the guy from the 1990s...

WHO IS OF A BLINDING UGLINESS, PRACTICALLY A MONSTER.

But you can feel it, they play to have fun and the clear sensation is that of a water balloon on the guy in a suit, tie, and briefcase passing along the seafront.

FUNNY.

To be honest, a guy in a suit, tie, and briefcase passing along the seafront is funny even without a water balloon, but go tell them that. The focus of the "Biscuit" is all in "Enjoying Myself" where the message is one and only one: these guys want to have sex, get drunk, and have fun all day.

IRREPROACHABLE. ENVIOUS.

I want to do it too, but at this moment I'm drinking a coffee and I can't. No one, neither from the height of his musical culture (Scaruffo, I'm talking to you), nor from the height of his old age (Pun, I'm talking to you :) ) CAN FORBID THE 1990S FROM HAVING FUN, AND THE BEST PART IS THAT IF YOU FORBID THEM, THEY WILL AT LEAST FART IN YOUR FACE (and I, drunk, with them).

Fresh and FUNNY FARTS, of course.