P&G lancia un nuovo spot per Fairy con Michelle Hunziker

All of a sudden, from an unspecified point, I hear a chilling scream echoing in the air:
"MARCOOO!!!!"
When enough is enough.

I’m tired of my Noble name always being associated with a poor fool devoid of any initiative: from "Marco how much do you cost" to "Marco big shoes and little meat" to the apostle mocked by Dario Fo in his "Mistero Buffo" and onward to reMarcando, I’ve always been furious but I’ve stoically overlooked it because, like Mou, I’m not an idiot.

But this time, when I heard that unbearable fucking Swiss squawking my name again - sneakily, without any warning - just like my grandmother used to call for me everywhere (usually to make me do some crappy chore), I snapped. And I shot the TV.

Unfortunately, I was in someone else’s house, because in my own home I don’t watch television, except for cooking shows and some old series from SVDM.

Man, were they pissed!!!
I shot the TV, not wiped out the family and burned down the house, for crying out loud!
They should have thanked me!!!