not make ends meet. It was college days, books and the unbridled pursuit of independence, one that, in those days, played with so much noise that the box was opened at the end of the evening, one from which the principal took your "night" anyway thanks.
"missing?"
"Poor thing."
Pazienza, at 02:00 (when you were lucky) to get back home.
But if this were a blog or whatever, who writes only the waiter would, in fact, it is not, and this is not the story that he tells you. The blog is on the piece tonight (bit of enthusiasm is no justification).
we said, this story is inspired by a distance in December, he, the month of Christmas, the one that, like it or not, we are approaching, and the frenzy salt, the snow falls, people sclera in the streets and those living in the advertising world has already heard arriving last month.
Two boys, without neither art nor part, accept a job offer seem beneficial. It was a job about a fortnight, there was not much to do but be nice and walk around some shops and encourage, through some gadget colorful, fragrant or delicious, people to come to spend part of their thirteenth.
"bullshit. Fatica zero and all gain. You see that in January we do." Never
words will be most popular.
The hapless pair, who arrived before the first shop is equipped with a suitcase enormous weight of some ten or fifteen pounds, black, even slightly dirty. Opening it either do not believe their eyes. The party was the least cumbersome heavy, like a shell of hard plastic colored, white, red and black were the colors that jumped immediately to the eye. Extracted from the plastic bag, there was a sort of giant cell at the bottom, about the size of the cylinders that use divers to go underwater. Curiosity urged young people to understand what was the first well casing that once appeared unrolled in all its fullness, in all its glory and all its magic. It was a wonderful silhouette of Santa Claus. The boys made two and two together and realized that the battery would serve to inflate them. They would then stand and did not put away, attracting the most attention.
Just like the plot of the hugely popular series "Murder, She Wrote" where the first convicted murderess has never really, so the guys would not have guessed, the first clue, the real functioning of Santa Claus. To reveal it would be two things, a hinge behind the back of the evil Santa and the fact that the batteries were attached to what was, in effect, a backpack, at the end of which he was a fan. The batteries that operate the fan, therefore, would keep the swollen shell. But he had to stay inside, otherwise the structure of at least two feet would have collapsed by the weight.
Summary: A person must physically remain within the father, legarselo feet and stay upright, motionless, not even able to rest on the wall to bear the weight of the cylinders.
now the boys were there. The contract was signed and, however, did not seem so difficult to achieve on December 23.
One afternoon, while one was inside the Santa handing out candy and the other with honey, a gentleman, obviously questionable verbal habits, seeing my dad move, asked if there was someone inside. The answer of course was positive and he, without a shot being fired, expelled from his mouth something that, arguably, his brain could not retain
"Oh, definitely put c'avranno an immigrant," and turned away.
The boy in the Father, immediately stopped the fan, the shell lost life, deflating, leaving the possibility of opening the zipper.
"Excuse me, but that is an insult to me, but I was an immigrant?"
The Lord, in his fifties, not at all angry, his chest began to laugh and his teeth came out
"Ahahahaha. Look at what is to be inflated. You do not make the balloon?"
Smiling again, he took ten thousand pounds from his pocket, put them in the basket of candy.
"Ahahahahaah. Well done guys." He left shoulder.
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