Fu Manchu
The Action Is Go!

Snow, damn how much snow. No, I'm not going, what am I gonna do there?
No no, you're going alright, come with me I'll take you, and stay there in case someone passes by. Alright, let's go. And one hour and two hours and three hours, what a drag though!

Ah... but there's the 500. Yes, the 500, small, unstable, without ESP, without suspension, tires smooth as silk, a trap. Perfect damn it, perfect. Beautiful, the square is beautiful, 4 cm of untouched snow on a smooth tarmac square, and it's still snowing. Amazing damn it, wonderful, as Jerri Calà used to say: I've been waiting for an occasion like this for a long time... aahhh.

What should I put on? Well, obviously, stoner. Car, desire to race, stoner, so what!

Kyuss? Nah, too psych. Karma To Burn? nahhh, needs vocals. Los Natas? nah, too drugged. Damn, what a drag, it's always just them on these occasions, always only them, ugh, I'm almost getting bored. But no but nooo, how can you get bored with good old Saverio Collina? How can you? Okay, what do we do, Saverio plus Edoardo Vetro? I don't know, damn, I know them by heart.... come on come on, let's do Saverio, Roberto, Bradipo, and BJORK.
(The first one who says the porn-dwarf, I'll run them over). Sure, Edoardo on guitar was something else, but damn Roberto in this little job also makes the Big Muff go, and then sorry a bit, BJORK. Go go, okay okay, let's go for him, here he is, go go, yes yes, it's him.

Fifty-five minutes and thirty-five seconds of full-on messing around on the snow, counter-steering, handbrakes, spins, twirls... and joints. So what. Damn how much snow, damn how much fun I had, damn how much I love Saverio Collina, damn.

Gas Grass & Snow... damn dog, I absolutely have to call Ass. Oh, are you coming to work with me? Come on come on, there's snow in the square!! come on come on come on come on, come on!

But you have a screw loose, do you really think I'll leave work to mess around with you? When the hell will you grow up?

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