Hippopotamus can live up to 50 years. I wonder if the one of the zoo in Fasano I threw (as a child) a Kinder Brioss right in the throat while it was yawning is still alive
“This morning, while biking, I saew a women sitting in front of the bank, shoving a thermometer up her doggy´s ass”, “My day started out fighting with Romanians in the junkyard of Bologna”
Have you ever wondered about the fact that if the title of the movie “Home Alone” wasn´t translated in Italian, for the Neapolitans it would go down in history as “The Watermelon”?
Certain loves are like a recurring dream, whose familiar, reassuring, and beautiful places dissolve upon awakening, and you realize that nothing you´ve seen or experienced was true, except what you´ve felt
“I´m the tallest therefore I´m Sailor Jupiter. You can be Sailor Mercury”, “I don´t wanna be Sailor Mercury, I´m Sailor Jupiter!”, “I´m Sailor Jupier not Sailor Mars!”
Why do I think I look prettier lately?
Is it because I get less stressed out by the people, or is it because I have no one to compare myself to anymore?
“Auntie, what´s your job?”, “I work in a gallery Gianni”, “No way! How long does it take you to dig them?” (“gallery” means both “gallery” and “tunnel” in Italian)
“So you really like cinema, uh? Tell me, what would you like to be a movie director when you grow up?, “Mmh no”, “An actor?”, “No”, “Would you like to own a cinema?”, “No… I wanna sell popcorns”