Meanwhile, in the countryside, Lucilla, a 'merry peasant of seven feet and twenty blessed she was cooking dinner for himself and his servant, a potato soup. All 'suddenly turned and said in a melodious voice:
"Damn ... is over rosemary ..." he turned to the cellar and said
"Merilìn, wines here and coglimene just nu ..." Then he turned quiet again to the stove to put in 'the ferret water to boil. (.. But what kind of people you know? Oo ... See, even here it took the WWF uu) (See what I thought they were friends of yours -.- people who put the ferret in potato soup I do not know) Less than ten seconds later came a scream from the basement appeared a strange inhuman and unequal be eyed, holding a sprig of rosemary.
"Was this the thing you wanted, you shitty womannn?" vomited, brandishing the rosemary like a scimitar. She smiled (revealing his conflicted relationship with the farrier, dentist 's age: had eleven teeth in the mouth, including five decayed, rotten three, two and a crooked rebuilt, the miracle of' time) and then said, sweet as a kilo of sugar (chemically bleached, no cane, that what little sweetening):
"Grazzzie Marilìnn, You always kind eh? Varda that the nn give you pocket money to buy the makeup ... "** (yes, dear Lucilla was multilingual) And he would hear those words became a bunny. He fell to his knees and began to plead:
"Noooo my sweet angel, nooo ... my makeup. Greasepaint er nun me touch you that impales the Indian Blackbird" (note the change of language from a Roman Inglese, Yess uh, everything on language courses Deagostini) Lucilla turned the spoon stirring the soup (which was stuck a piece of celery and the ferret, which is still perky, trying to escape his fate) and began to shout:
"nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu merlettin nuuuuuuuuuuuuuu the nun that you can not use more than you do my lipstick! "Oibò thought Marilyn (Manson, for those who did not catch you ... Marilyn Manson adorooooooo !!!.) (oh jesus, the youth of today ...) ... . but he recovered quickly. And with renewed force holding the sprig of rosemary said:
"Your lipstick? I do not need your lipstick! I do my lipstick with (it is said with iglesia with, gnurant -.-") your blood! Haha! I kill you! " But while Marilyn approached Lucilla and tried to stab with rosemary, Lancelot brave (yes, well, I did not particularly committed with the names) it rained from the ceiling and stunned the poor wretches. Our rider, having cleverly avoided further dent Marilyn get up and staggered dramatically, asked the poor Lucilla where the base of his skill (and bitch ...) (persons for the horses so we call them "cranky" .. although asshole makes the best 'idea xD) the beast' had thrown. She slightly (I emphasize SLIGHTLY) confused (she had fallen on his head a man of 70kg full armor kit and the small grinder, then more than 150kg in the head .. oO ... great, I love you because you are able to understand the weight of a person in 's eye. ... ") was a revelation, fell to his knees and said
"A MIRAAAACOLO! San Gennaro six rained from the sky! No reels ... "she added looking better,
Equal cchiù na .... especially the knight or saint, but when pisi?" He said rubbing his back
"manneggia to you ... and I'm Marilyn .. peaks vulia sloth? straniri sti ... bah! O, "
continued, putting a hand over her mouth, embarrassed,
" Excuse my dialect very courteous in his regard, I was wondering why all the time trying to pair, however, knows ... we are in the 'gay town (please insert name) (Ah boh) ... "Lancelot looked around, then took off the 'helmet (which he had worn while flying to prevent it ruffled his flowing hair) and said
" My name is Sir Lancelot, at your service! "and bowed to her. Then he got up and tried to look over its huge breasts and continued
"I am very sorry to have brought so much turmoil in his home ... but the 'hour is late and I would like to rest. (L 'hour is late ... it was quarter to six. Tell that is an excuse for not working, lazy!) Can I ask if there is a nearby inn to rest so that the mie stanche membra? Domani al primo canto del gallo sarò qui per recarle ausilio, dolce e solitaria madamigella…” (Non aveva ancora notato Marilyn steso a faccia in giù sul pavimento) . Terminato il monologo si accorse che nella stanza era calato un silenzio di tomba: gli abitanti di quella casa, non abituati a parole del genere, avevano afferrato si e no due vocaboli. (Vedete, Lucilla si era fermata ai primi due numeri del corso DeAgostini "Impara l' italiano con Giovanni Muciaccia")
(A dirla tutta non erano abituati neanche tanto a parlare: di solito si comunicava a gesti o grugniti). Lanci si accorse di questo e tradusse istantaneamente il suo discorso:
“Scusate se v’ ho quasi demolished the house, eh. Mo so tired, you know where I can find a mica 'inn where he slept? Tomorrow t 'help to repair the ceiling and the floor. " Lucilla s' face lit up and said quickly:
"... No sir, you do not have to worry about ... than never allow a young man to go alone so .... Ch'avite as ditto? Ah ... Yes ... such a late hour .. I know your name is? "(I had said before but Lucilla was still counting the stars that revolved around the head). The young man knelt down (again ... * _ * have moved you've learned a word of 'English) and exclaimed
"Sir Lancelot, at your service." Still, stop. Let's take a 'look at what is happening in the brain of Lucilla. Our gallant knight, stoned by the blow, had not noticed that
a) The Valkyrie of the poor was the x-rays (for obvious reasons we can not say what he was thinking, you need to know that things were very, very dirty);
b) Marilyn was awakening, and had taken advantage of the moment to give herself to a lipstick ripassatina;
c) The Indian blackbird was communicating with gestures to the wretched to escape while it was on time;
d) The house mouse was rubbing a caciotta. (Ok there ' enter anything but a fourth option was there)
Yes ... our dear Lucilla, who was not really a holy woman, had already given a 'look at the tonnage of the rider and had decided that the taste ... End Freeze, can share the story. Lucilla settled quickly by the hair and said,
"Lancelot, yes, you're right .. I have here tonight, like it or not, tomorrow morning I call the parquet Umberto as I have partially destroyed the ceiling and the floor." ( We have realized -.-) Meanwhile, Marilyn had recovered and was set up. Lancelot had not opened his mouth, struck by the strange demonic figure in shorts burgundy breeches and red lipstick sin (sin red lipstick? Oo what a color is?) (oh well, better make red slut?) (But because you are volgave! O_O) (uu uu I did not want to say) that attach in a threatening from behind the woman. Lancelot stared insistently at least 10 min when the demonic figure, feeling uncomfortable, and took the stunned Lucilla's room .. Lancelot, when he awoke, sat comfortable on the bed trying to sleep and almost succeeded but when his eyes began to close he came at last to do with satanic Lucilla (Yes.. Like Marilyn, I know that Satanism attacks, type 's herpes Oo) and attempted to rape but Lancelot repeatedly managed to avoid its abuse by jumping on the furniture all night. In the morning, in fact, he woke up perched on a roof beam. Watching carefully, he noticed that under Lucilla was still there, asleep against the beam, which was gripping the broom with which he had tried all night of clubs with poor results (and less evil, 'he had caught only once grazed dislocating right ankle) and his satanic do was even more pronounced because he had not slept all night. (L 'image was more or less this: the dark circles came up to my knees (dark circles of two meters and twenty? Wow Oo) and the hair was a wire, not the typical woman of about 28 make-up .. ah .. you should know that if you Lucilla makeup x 56 years .. so well demonstrated, say, prefer soap and water).
"amoreeeeeeee ... I love you ... it was love at first sight my .. and if you go down the thunder ... I know I love you ... .. come down in the mouth on the cat My little mouse ..." she said.
"I'd rather die .. 'Thought Lancelot.
"Cotto jugged .. but never in the hands of the sort of crazed buffalo." Fortunately Lancelot's the doorbell rang and Lucilla had to give up its prey and go to open. Lancelot, when he heard the footsteps of the woman far enough, and went down from its beam in the dining room. There they found a man with a legendary bald head (the legendary Umberto, parquet of the countryside. Just to let you know, it was he himself who described himself as mythical as parquet, but the rest of the county thought that the 'only thing that was legendary in mind about him was, in fact, his legendary bald.) semisvenuto the ground and could not blame him as Lucilla in person was Medusa (Medusa was the one with snakes in his head). But Umberto had a hammer (he swiped the hammer to Thor .. Iron-man, Spider-man x-man .. and the one with wings on his head ... - 'six of clarity, you ...) and recovered in a flash but the poor guy passed out for 6 more times since it was always lucilla front, in the end she was taken to his room to avoid the death of the innocent poor wooden floor (which was not as innocent as it looked when he rubbed the silver). Lucilla in the blink of 'eye in the sixth and went back down to the dining room where Umberto was starting to fix the floor, but at the sight of Lancelot, who had swiped a bowl of soup with potatoes, spat reflected the soup spoon he had just put in your mouth in the face of poor parquet that severely burned her face and also partially bald (poor minka day ... it was not really ...)
"Oh my god sorry I'm sorry .." Lancelot shouted.
"EXCUSE A HORN!! DICK!! FIRST THING THAT I AM IN FRONT Viscidi and then I spit in his face what STRANGE COSO Stink !!!!! I'm leaving!! FUCK !!!!..." Umberto screamed.
He put in place his tools and went out slamming the door. Lucilla sent him to the devil and said that these 'affront would have paid him .. (no one had ever insulted his soup .. the only one who had done was her ex-husband and was now walled up alive in the oven and ... This imparts a rather special to dishes that were cooked to 'inside).
".. .. strung the guy," said Lancelot.
"Anyway I do not find it strange smelly thing ... and even if it was to me like a mess ... .. mmm ... gnamm buohhnohhgahh ... "(unfortunately he was beginning to have difficulty speaking because language had begun to fill with bubbles) and continued to eat quietly ... (He did not know her husband, but in any case he did not trust much of that chick ... and just wanted to leave as soon as possible from the house of stramboidi) ... and while they sipped the strange greenish broth, was looking for a way to escape. (and getting Gastric lavage should just come out of there. In fact, he corrected himself, perhaps he had better get denuclearization.)
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