fedezan76

Good morning everyone. Wow! A surprise little heart, I didn't expect that. Could it be for my joke yesterday? @core: flattered by your appreciation. I confess I was a bit jealous yesterday when you were flirting with paolafrancesca, but I've already forgotten about it. @boredom: I prefer industrial silence too, but for me this is a fantastic album. I don't think it's a 2, if you mean it as a failing grade. Of course, taste is taste. @highlande: exaggerated. @teenage: you know I'm a bit of a flirt and I want to please everyone. @fosca: nice to see you again. @para: okay, you’ve already answered yourself. @gate: obrigado.

I don't dislike them, but in the long run, I always found them a bit boring. However, I don't know this album, and your rating convinces me to give it another shot. You, however, are not boring at all; impeccable review. Concise and straight to the point, just the way I like it.

Probably my favorite by Santana.

A Milanese, a Roman, and a Neapolitan meet in a bar and are having a drink together. Suddenly, the Milanese says to the other two: "Have you seen that guy at the table in front of us? It's Jesus Christ." "What do you mean? How can he be Jesus Christ?" "Come on, look closely, he’s identical. He has the beard, the robe... It must be Jesus!" The Milanese gets up, walks over to the man at the table, and insists: "Tell me the truth, are you Jesus?" "Look, I am indeed Jesus, but please speak quietly and don’t tell anyone who I am, otherwise it would cause an incredible scandal in this bar. If someone were to find out that I am here..." The Milanese, overjoyed, says: "Listen, I have a serious knee injury that I got as a child playing sports. Please, heal me." Jesus places his hand on the knee and heals him. The Milanese returns to his table with the other friends and excitedly tells everything to the Roman and the Neapolitan. The Roman gets up and runs to Jesus's table and says, "Hey, the Milanese told me you're Jesus Christ. Listen, I have a glass eye and I can't see. Please, heal it." Jesus places his hand on the injured eye and heals him. The Roman returns to his table and narrates all to his friends. Jesus starts to think that soon the Neapolitan will come to him too, wanting the same healing as the others. But time passes and the Neapolitan doesn't come. Jesus, a bit thoughtful and curious about why the Neapolitan hasn't approached him, gets up and walks over to the table of the three. Putting a hand on the Neapolitan's shoulder, he says: "Friend, why don't you...?" The Neapolitan jumps up suddenly and brusquely says: "UHÈ, UHÈ, UHÈEEEEE!!! DON’T TOUCH ME, I'M HOME SICK!!!"

I'm leaving for a couple of hours and let's see what you can come up with ... little interlude ...

Teresa had lost hope of getting her husband Paolo to break his habit of coming home with the strangest purchases. One day he came home with yet another one: a robot with the ability to detect lies. It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when Tommaso, their 11-year-old son, returned home from school two hours late. Where have you been? - Paolo asked him. - Why did you come home two hours late? We were at the bookstore working on a school project, Tommaso replied. The robot whirled around the table and with a slap knocked Tommaso off his chair. This is a truth machine, dear son - said John - now tell us where you really were after school. We were at Roberto's house watching a movie. What did you watch? - asked Teresa. The Ten Commandments - Tommaso replied. The robot spun around the table and with a slap knocked Tommaso off his chair again. With a trembling voice, Tommaso got up and said: “I’m sorry, I lied, we actually watched a movie called ‘The Queen of Sex.’ I’m ashamed of you! - said Paolo - at your age I never lied to my parents! The robot spun around the table and with a slap almost knocked Paolo off his chair. Teresa, doubled up with laughter, said: “You really asked for it, you can't even get too angry with him, after all, he's your son.” The robot whirled around the table, approached Teresa, and with a slap knocked her off her chair...

Sorry, I just got back. Thanks to the additional passersby. Tomorrow I’ll definitely have something more interesting to say. My eyelids are getting heavy. I'm old...

Hi skizzo! Many compliments aren't like you! Just so you know, Battisti is off-key! :P This little tune is just for you...

A smelly armpit hug to the new visitors as well. Scagazzona is a nice definition. I believe the next one will be more constipated though.

But are you really proud? That proud, huh? Anyway, you’ve tricked us with the story of the first review, just to make us feel compassion, right? Nice one, though.