Il gruppo 'Vecchi DeMmerda' su debaser

Dislocation

10 nov 23

DeRank™: 29,07

Your Dislocation takes you, within the realm of this now-renowned little column, ever further away!
Today I offer you the pleasure of wading through the mud—no, not mud, this resembles it, it’s true, but it isn't.
Imagine floating, struggling, in an extremely long sewer pipe, just after one of those broadcasts which, as we know, are designed to encourage defecation even for those notoriously and notoriously constipated. Well, the sludge in which you are trying to swim, in the dark, in the cold, is not exactly mud, and it has been discharged into the pipe from the lavatories of your fellow citizens who have witnessed the disgraceful TV show.
The characteristic smell should reveal its true nature to you.
And ask the unfortunate companion swimming beside you to be careful not to stir the "waters," as that might cause even a small wave that would force you to drink.

And I suspect that I can offer you more feats of this unjustly forgotten interpreter.

Ho il sesso pronto pronto e il seno gonfio gonfio

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Dislocation

9 nov 23

DeRank™: 12,78

After so much pointless quoting, after bloodless discussions, after the ramblings of the professor from Campania, here is Your Dislocation, proud to present you with another dish of Limoges brimming with a liquid that, no, is neither meat broth nor vegetable broth, and those semi-solid substances emerging, no, they are not edible, at least not by everyone.
Another touch of class, bland...

I Cugini di Campagna - Tolòn Tolòn ( Mi vaca lechera)

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Weaned on singer-songwriters, as a kid I started to broaden my horizons (rochenro') but I was still captivated by Italian artists, and I liked this one. It has its reasons, the song is valid but not irresistible; I still find the voice interesting.

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Dislocation

8 nov 23

DeRank™: 10,42

I want to exaggerate, an open goal.
I put your endurance and vital functions to the test, but what doesn't kill you strengthens you, that’s a fact.

Le figlie del vento - Tu sei il lattaio

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Dislocation

7 nov 23

DeRank™: 19,35

Here, I knew it, this review, started with noble intentions and clear humanitarian purposes, has ended, thanks to the usual glutton for their own nonsense called @[lector], by declining into vulgarity.
As always, it's up to me to elevate a trend otherwise compromised with excerpts whose absurdity grazes the absolute but can be comfortably placed in a niche of classicism of the genre.
Here’s a first example, representative of how, with a touch of taste, undoubtedly innate in me, one can propose a soft and warm fragrant bun, just out of the oven, filled with delicious and intoxicating dog feces freshly laid, and make it appealing even to crowds like those of DeBaserians, who are already experts at a cathedratic level in such residual matter.
Don't look for the same classicism and refinement in that sneaky fart emitter of a @[lector], you won't find any.

Pippo Franco - Chì chì chì cò cò cò (Sanremo '83 - 3a serata) - stereo