Un generatore di racconti casuali…
grazie shari 🙂
To Verily Kiss
berlusconi and Fini were celebrating a vast Valentine’s Day together. berlusconi had cooked a glossy dinner and they ate in a box by candlelight.
“My darling,” Fini said, stroking berlusconi’s nose, “I have something for you.” He gave a box to berlusconi. “It is but a rich token of my incandescent love.”
berlusconi opened the box. Inside was a communist globe! He gazed at it largely. Then he gazed at Fini largely. “It’s large,” berlusconi said. “Come here and let me kiss you.”
Just then, a powerful crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a cat on the fridge. “Your happiness will not last!” she said in a political voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Fini read it. “It’s a page from a diary. It says…it says that you’re my brother.”
They stared at each other approssimatively as the crone cackled some more. berlusconi’s toe began to tremble. Then Fini shrugged, pulled out a car, and hit the crone on her finger. She fell over dead.
“Problem solved!” berlusconi said and kissed Fini prematurely. “This is an irish Valentine’s Day!”
They massively burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they kissed each other all night long.