We propose again here started a discussion in another blog where the argument was essentially this: "Bologna interview what would you ask and what would be your answer." I mention some peculiar comments (Topics:
Cofferati, degradation, the pankabbestia, rents in black, the students made off center, the suburbs, the cameras, the artists, Seventy-seven, sixty-eight, Aug. 2, the white one, the umarells, the party, the bypass, the animals that migrate, the poop under the portico ...):
Q: Madam! Did not notice who is walking without a heel, he laddered stockings and make-up undone? Why is so spoiled?
B: well, there is no mica need to fix that! If you look at me from afar are OK! The important thing is it never gets too close ...
------- Q: But tell me, tell me, really is not nothing left to?
A: Try to get a wasp in the hills around, then we'll talk about it.
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Guccini-bologna is an old lady from the sides a little soft.
Bologna-but did you see?
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Interviewer: Good evening, Mrs. Bologna, I wanted to ask a question. Without wishing to be offensive to me that in recent years has left a bit to go, which is fine for all the years pass, however, we wonder why it is so shabby, with little care in dressing, washing little, smokes a tide without the filter of smog, has incontinence problems at night, etc.. etc.., she instead until a few years ago was a model of beauty and good life for all of us?
Mrs. Bologna: Do you see dear Lord, the years go by and all for me, feeling the weight of so many past experiences and a lot of fatigue, I have been little energy and the usual suspects have been noticed and took advantage without getting too many scruples. I have been robbed of all my most precious things to turn it into money. What can I say, I try to make an appeal: if there is still someone who wants na, I would ask you a hand, help me to regain what little dignity that every lady of a certain age would have.
My dear young man is okay and do not forget to visit me when it passes in these parts.
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Turist: Iouri Beg pardon me madam!
Bulåggna: EH?
T: Eschiusemuà !
B: CSA VUT?
T: Bologna internescional ar iu?
B: What? Eh? Na VUT cicles?
T: Bologna studiorium alma mater?
B: An capess brisa! You a marucchén?
T: No, the cam from europian cauntry!
B: But that ban to cagher, Baluba!
------ Excuse me, Mrs. Bologna, what time is it?
's time to pull the chestnuts.
------ Because if they take it all with you?
Why I'm getting small black!
------ Q: Why did you become so intractable?
A: I'm still the same, it's you that you have become old.
------ Q: Good morning Madam. She has always been affectionately dubbed the Fat and Dotta.Nel 2007, as he would like that name?
R:
my dear, I must xavut cal? Fat? But he realized that I ran away all the good cooks and sfogline? Here now I only rifilan falafel, kebabs and that lavuri there, with the s'ciama, the shoeshine boys. At it can Pio are hungry. Then, Dotta: the University is a Burdel of poverty. There
pilla, academic prestige is the POCC and Dotti van away, the zuven graduate in three years' to capescc gninta of the summit. Let's say that I feel that route, Dotta.
Hungry and Rotta, here.
you do and what to ask the answer?
