"Welà! Look who's here! The carrot, "said do not just come out of the car" How Carotone? "
Bella asshole! Well come on! Consuming pills of wisdom, how are you, Pete? "
" So you pull out, what does that mean expenditures pills of wisdom? "
" Meet Patrick: it was a Truzzi, but I am pointing the right way! "
" ESDP, indeed, "said Pete puzzled tone. Patrick watched well from head to foot: his shoes and his hair gave him certainly in the eye "Hmmm ... the hair you can not do anything, but the shoes I am the appropriate remedy."
He opened the trunk and took a backpack and pulled out a can from it and without any warning began to spray on a glossy black color marker of Kawasaki Patrick "Hey what the hell are you doing? But are you crazy? "Said immediately withdrawing his foot.
"Why? The best! "
" Fuck! "
" Okay, how do you .. "then turned to James" Come on! Help me to bring in the battery, "so the three began to move the battery Black Pete. After it is mounted James said: "So, when you play?"
"Well, this evening at about nine and a half, should now try to reach others and a bit ', you want to stay here?"
"Yes, we're here an hour ... and then bring him back here tonight at the Heineken "
Over the minute they arrived the other band members: vocalist, guitarist and bassist. James and Patrick were there watching the others for about an hour, then took the bikes and headed Heineken.
"We hope there are people less boring there .." said Patrick along.
"Why? Do not you were cute? Well anyway I hope so, but there must be fun! "
" It means that you've never been? "
" No, there are only passed by and I've always seen a lot of nice people, but now is the time good within us! "
" Wow! "Patrick said wryly.
"Yeah!" Jacopo never misses the irony. Once
Heineken saw a lot of movement: they were almost all of the chopper. They decided to park the bike in an alley because they could not compete at the comparison, after being suitably bound, entered the room. Inside, the music was deafening, the tools are not distinguishable, it notes, the score was composed especially by people who wore nail, some a bandana, but a lot of fat guys were super-tattooed: the kind of person against whom you would never find in a brawl.
took two beers and stayed seated at the counter to watch videos on television for about an hour, did not say a word almost because the music did not allow it. A some point, James, who still had not finished his beer, he was grabbed by her jacket and was dragged out of the local: it was Patrick, furious. As they were leaving a couple of fat guys behind shouted a few phrases from American B-movie about bikers like, "Be! Go! Do black "or" Force spaccagli ass bastard. " The Carotone struggling and began to curse and threaten his friend "Hey Molly! Molly, I ruin the nail! Look, if I'm not soft I'll kill you know! I send you to the hospital eh! "Patrick said nothing and continued to drag it to the jacket until he reached the alley where they had left their bicycles. The spring and fell to the carrot land. "Hey what the hell ..."
"Shut up! If I'm still crazy in there! There is a music that sucks, a lot of excess fat smelly and sweaty! The air was stifling! Let's go! "
" But I was enjoying the "
" Oh yeah? Do you enjoy a warm bloody stool sipping a bloody beer, for the record was pure crap, in such an environment? "Do not even wait for the response" Let's go the other sfigatoni to Santa, hoping that the situation is less tedious and stink less! Know that this experience by metalhead I is not like at all! "
" Ok ok, maybe go to the Heineken your first day, it is hazardous, it is clear that you're not used to it, you'll see is a holy night as you'll have fun! "
untie the bike, Patrick looked at his watch: seven twenty" What now? It is early to go there, we are ahead by one hour and forty minutes! "
" Quiet I thought of everything! I figured we'd come out dall'Heineken more or less at this time. Hehe! In my organization there is always something to do! "On this measure Patick looked very bad" ... uh yeah ... I know what to do ... how about something to eat? "
" is a bit 'but soon ... this is probably the best idea of \u200b\u200bthe day ... "
" Go, done, let's get a kebab! "
At eight o'clock a quarter had already finished eating kebab and were untying the bicycles. "So ..." said Patrick somewhat skeptical "... what do you suggest the 'Carotone organization' now?"
"Well ... here we go to Santa, there are tables football ... kill a little 'time until they start ..."
"Hmmm ... you can do ..." Once the Oratory of St. Andrew the carrot Patrick greeted and introduced to all its like, could not resist a challenge a couple of guys in football. They took three games in less than five minutes, lost all, the best result was a splendid 10 to 3.
"Um ... I'm not good at soccer" James apologized.
"Say it first seemed too difficult?" They spent the next hour to get beat by all those present, which increased as the minutes went by, until reaching the eighty people.
The losing streak was interrupted by a cry: "CIAOOO SANTAAAAAAAA! It's nice to see so many tonight, you're ready to pull down the walls? "
" SIIIIIIIII! "Was the reply. The band began to play and the public jumped thrilled. James and Patrick began just below the stage with some friends of the carrot. After two songs came a gentleman who stopped everything and told the band to turn down the volume, the singer took the microphone and said to the audience "You guys have asked us to turn down the volume ... and you know what we respond?" There was a brief pause Then the singer uttered a piercing scream that pierced the eardrums of everyone present. In the audience: "YEEEEH." The gentleman who had come to ask to be taken down the microphone "So guys, if not turn down the volume you send everyone home."
The volume was drastically lowered, all present took the chairs and sat down. For the rest of the night no one in the audience stood up and spoke to no one, Patrick did not mind too much that the music began to beat the ground with their feet and just nodded his head, but then looked around, no one dared to flinch , so she regained her composure. The evening ended at eleven and a half, James accompanied his friend on the way home and asked him
"So? As you seemed to do the metalhead? Pretty cool huh? "
" sucks! You're pathetic, it's my turn tomorrow. I'll teach you to do Truzzi! You'll have fun really. "
arrived in front of the house of the man, who smiled
"Until tomorrow, sfigatone. "
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Bella asshole! Well come on! Consuming pills of wisdom, how are you, Pete? "
" So you pull out, what does that mean expenditures pills of wisdom? "
" Meet Patrick: it was a Truzzi, but I am pointing the right way! "
" ESDP, indeed, "said Pete puzzled tone. Patrick watched well from head to foot: his shoes and his hair gave him certainly in the eye "Hmmm ... the hair you can not do anything, but the shoes I am the appropriate remedy."
He opened the trunk and took a backpack and pulled out a can from it and without any warning began to spray on a glossy black color marker of Kawasaki Patrick "Hey what the hell are you doing? But are you crazy? "Said immediately withdrawing his foot.
"Why? The best! "
" Fuck! "
" Okay, how do you .. "then turned to James" Come on! Help me to bring in the battery, "so the three began to move the battery Black Pete. After it is mounted James said: "So, when you play?"
"Well, this evening at about nine and a half, should now try to reach others and a bit ', you want to stay here?"
"Yes, we're here an hour ... and then bring him back here tonight at the Heineken "
Over the minute they arrived the other band members: vocalist, guitarist and bassist. James and Patrick were there watching the others for about an hour, then took the bikes and headed Heineken.
"We hope there are people less boring there .." said Patrick along.
"Why? Do not you were cute? Well anyway I hope so, but there must be fun! "
" It means that you've never been? "
" No, there are only passed by and I've always seen a lot of nice people, but now is the time good within us! "
" Wow! "Patrick said wryly.
"Yeah!" Jacopo never misses the irony. Once
Heineken saw a lot of movement: they were almost all of the chopper. They decided to park the bike in an alley because they could not compete at the comparison, after being suitably bound, entered the room. Inside, the music was deafening, the tools are not distinguishable, it notes, the score was composed especially by people who wore nail, some a bandana, but a lot of fat guys were super-tattooed: the kind of person against whom you would never find in a brawl.
took two beers and stayed seated at the counter to watch videos on television for about an hour, did not say a word almost because the music did not allow it. A some point, James, who still had not finished his beer, he was grabbed by her jacket and was dragged out of the local: it was Patrick, furious. As they were leaving a couple of fat guys behind shouted a few phrases from American B-movie about bikers like, "Be! Go! Do black "or" Force spaccagli ass bastard. " The Carotone struggling and began to curse and threaten his friend "Hey Molly! Molly, I ruin the nail! Look, if I'm not soft I'll kill you know! I send you to the hospital eh! "Patrick said nothing and continued to drag it to the jacket until he reached the alley where they had left their bicycles. The spring and fell to the carrot land. "Hey what the hell ..."
"Shut up! If I'm still crazy in there! There is a music that sucks, a lot of excess fat smelly and sweaty! The air was stifling! Let's go! "
" But I was enjoying the "
" Oh yeah? Do you enjoy a warm bloody stool sipping a bloody beer, for the record was pure crap, in such an environment? "Do not even wait for the response" Let's go the other sfigatoni to Santa, hoping that the situation is less tedious and stink less! Know that this experience by metalhead I is not like at all! "
" Ok ok, maybe go to the Heineken your first day, it is hazardous, it is clear that you're not used to it, you'll see is a holy night as you'll have fun! "
untie the bike, Patrick looked at his watch: seven twenty" What now? It is early to go there, we are ahead by one hour and forty minutes! "
" Quiet I thought of everything! I figured we'd come out dall'Heineken more or less at this time. Hehe! In my organization there is always something to do! "On this measure Patick looked very bad" ... uh yeah ... I know what to do ... how about something to eat? "
" is a bit 'but soon ... this is probably the best idea of \u200b\u200bthe day ... "
" Go, done, let's get a kebab! "
At eight o'clock a quarter had already finished eating kebab and were untying the bicycles. "So ..." said Patrick somewhat skeptical "... what do you suggest the 'Carotone organization' now?"
"Well ... here we go to Santa, there are tables football ... kill a little 'time until they start ..."
"Hmmm ... you can do ..." Once the Oratory of St. Andrew the carrot Patrick greeted and introduced to all its like, could not resist a challenge a couple of guys in football. They took three games in less than five minutes, lost all, the best result was a splendid 10 to 3.
"Um ... I'm not good at soccer" James apologized.
"Say it first seemed too difficult?" They spent the next hour to get beat by all those present, which increased as the minutes went by, until reaching the eighty people.
The losing streak was interrupted by a cry: "CIAOOO SANTAAAAAAAA! It's nice to see so many tonight, you're ready to pull down the walls? "
" SIIIIIIIII! "Was the reply. The band began to play and the public jumped thrilled. James and Patrick began just below the stage with some friends of the carrot. After two songs came a gentleman who stopped everything and told the band to turn down the volume, the singer took the microphone and said to the audience "You guys have asked us to turn down the volume ... and you know what we respond?" There was a brief pause Then the singer uttered a piercing scream that pierced the eardrums of everyone present. In the audience: "YEEEEH." The gentleman who had come to ask to be taken down the microphone "So guys, if not turn down the volume you send everyone home."
The volume was drastically lowered, all present took the chairs and sat down. For the rest of the night no one in the audience stood up and spoke to no one, Patrick did not mind too much that the music began to beat the ground with their feet and just nodded his head, but then looked around, no one dared to flinch , so she regained her composure. The evening ended at eleven and a half, James accompanied his friend on the way home and asked him
"So? As you seemed to do the metalhead? Pretty cool huh? "
" sucks! You're pathetic, it's my turn tomorrow. I'll teach you to do Truzzi! You'll have fun really. "
arrived in front of the house of the man, who smiled
"Until tomorrow, sfigatone. "
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