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And now , exclusively the great mind : Ciccio Pasticcio !
Ciccio Pasticcio enters the supermarket called "Beat em up if" and sees the fish then the gluttonous pastry department with no guard : the opportunity is too hard to resist for the king of binge . So uncivilly and without holding back , he kicked and punched all of the display cases . A cashier becomes aware of what happened and she smashes a very heavy chestnut flavored cassata into his face ...!
Right there in the middle of everything such a thing would happen to Ciccio Pasticcio ! For the second round two firefighters are involved , angry like no other ... instead of using the most high-end reinforcement : (the budget is tight!)! they start throwing desserts . "Kalashinikov" Ciccio , even more than dense like usual ! At this point a reserve from “beat ‘em up if” gets involved ... yes , precisely he : the fearless-until-foolish “Johnny-hang-the-clothes” – the nickname given to him by his own mother , blind , but so blind that when she saw him without her glasses she’ d confuse him for his sister Gisella!
At this point Johnny-Hang-The-Clothes does more harm than good , he slips on a banana peel , and to avoid messing up , freely slaps everyone present , Shoping that Ciccio is in the pile of clients and, the icing on tip (yes the very cake that Ciccio gobbled up!) . Breaks up register number 17 to exercise other possible unlucky occasions and inconveniences of the case . (He has a little bit of logic , given the fact that Friday the 17th isn’t a day to party ! *In Italian culture Friday the 17th is unlucky like Friday the 13th) .
The careless kid (XXXXL) , in the meantime , amongst all of this mess , understood that the time had come also to clean the frozen section – in less than 15 minutes the “kid’s” stomach appeared like a fat man in a tank top ready to burst (definitely this time)!!!!!! Now Ciccio is at the ropes again : the bouncers of the Saint Horace church take over . The game is direct : Ciccio is screwed ! Of course ... and here’s the good part .
The improvising and drifting bouncers , after all of this big scene , improvise a nice and slightly extreme ice-skating on the whipped cream on the ground from that great mind Ciccio Pasticcio !
The results are great : Ciccio escapes like a lame rabbit while the ‘militants’ remain enchanted by the skating show : eliminated !!
The deed is done : booty of 1000 euros in the stomach . The classic perfect crime , no crumb of evidence to be discovered by the investigators !
Lets get to the end : in all of this mess , who made the biggest fool of themself ?
Voting together , you will arrive at a hilarious result of who lost this half-wrestling match , not ( thank God ) in blood but in the style of sweets !
Author Mark P.
if you had not yet another satisfied very funny story alongside in area antics ! :-)
ANTIC AREA
Edited by D&X generation ’69
And now from HulkeNetWorks , this just in! exclusive! Forest fataaaa ... I meant to say forest fatal !
Let’s recap right away : without losing time or money :)
I was in the woods of San Pancrazio last night when all of the sudden my ex (whom I had invited I’m not sure if it was to calm down the story between us or to simply get back together) disappeared in the darkness of the forest surrounding the main road : one moment , I turned and the damsel was gone ! I notified the authorities : I tried desperately to resist looking for her on my own BUT a cursed little voice repeated to me like a disco ball ‘go look for her , go look for her’ that eventually got its way . At the end my brain became mush for immediate turning of the carousel of my extremely tortured values :)
So , you’ll say , the story ends here , given that there is nothing left to give or say . No . The story has a damned desire to continue this incredibly strange chain of events ...
I had given in to the disappearance of Ruth (a name and too few securities according to the brewer of my conscious) , who gets involved in a forest murder , yes . Then a worthy man who likes to sweep away the values of all those present in Tuscan forests , selling off , if possible , even their little f**** minds on cyanide (who knows ?!) .
At this point , he told me it was precisely he who made my ex disappear , and happily he showed me her very scalp . I asked “but what did you do with the rest ?” And his only answer , “It was a whirlwind” . Yes , the sky was clear even if all of the sudden the it’s covered with clouds and in 4 minutes – faster than a microwave meal – a bout of rage, betrayal leaving it dry , exactly one minute to reveal the motive behind the absurd gesture ...!
And the story seems to be finished for the second time . No ! The finale (I know, it’s torture!) is to come !
While I with the cadaver of the murder and the scalp of my poor damned ex , we head to the FerrariTestaRossa – actually the pit , given the horrendous situation of my ex : when who do I meet ???
a-ha you guessed it ! Brother Guess : which assures my that if I don’t hurry my descent into the valley an avalanche will terminate my existence : knock on wood (but in this case I would have knocked on gold) I ran down as fast as I could and ....
BOoOoOoOoaM! I crash like a stray dog into a f***ing truck illegally parked . Tumbled down like a total barrel . And at the end of that Sunday , I can only remember the Rest In Peace of the Parish dedicated to me , to my ex , and to the dear murderer (!)
Awesomeness No.1 By D&X Generation 1969 (written for Hulken under the power effects of Heiniken !) Optimized by Mark P.
Firenze, Italia
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