"We're gearing up for Christmas gifts: a set of fluorescent curlers for your aunt, a thermos of mulled wine flavored with curry powder for your grandfather and a couple of boxcutters Swiss collector for your grandchildren, when Suddenly, I catapulted my thoughts to the distant winter of 1963, the year when you stopped believing in Santa Claus.
That year he had written a nice scented letter, which asked
put one gift: a nuclear submarine rose autographed by Sean Connery. To make things easier to Santa Claus had appended a plan in which the plaintiff was addicted to sign a submarine rose from thousands of ecstatic fans.
Unfortunately that gift had not arrived: in its place a bike with Shimano promotional offer recycled from an old cooking pots with a castle, which is incidentally still in the garage. "
caught by a sincere emotion decide that now is the time to get that longed-submersible, in ten minutes turned the garage into a yard and you put yourself at work.
The material you have available is just for you: a coconut, a whip and Lassie.
A- There should be more ... fluorescent curlers for her aunt who is afraid of the dark, the mulled wine for my grandfather and his friends of the anonymous alcoholics, boxcutters for their grandchildren for three years so they can play a "mortal challenge" ... But how sad Christmas!
I remember when I asked my father what Santa Claus had nothing to do with the birth of Baby Jesus ... I could not place it in the context of the teachings of Brother Tootles. Maybe this time there were already fires and Santa Claus had brought a gift to say the least original ...?
Moreover, I explained, I had also heard some noises in the night and saw Santa Claus playing with his mother who played the part of the reindeer. Seized by an inexplicable embarrassment my father revealed that Santa Claus really is him ... though not always apparently. The thing was to give him much trouble as he said with his eyes bloodshot. Unfortunately, he also made the tragic mistake of telling me that if he is Santa Claus, the mother is the Epiphany. The result was a furious argument between my parents who eventually separated.
Since then, I hate Christmas.
Also instead of just nuclear submarine that I asked I ended up with a stinking bike with Shimano in the end I left my father to go to work when my mother took away the car, home, bank account and the wardrobe up last sock (so that my father was arrested for indecent exposure on his way to work). Poor Dad, I will never forget his wise recommendations on the separation of assets. Seized with nostalgia that I decide it's time to revive the fortunes of the home.
The photograph of Sean Connery who signs the submarine seems to wink from the shelf fireplace, including that of my mother dressed as a reindeer and my father's riding a bicycle naked chased by officers.
make my decision: I'll give the submarine-car!
Moreover it takes?
go down in the garage and make space for the submarine.
I also find an old set of pots that I certainly come in handy.
The first step is to go find his friend Ringo Star.
Paul McCartney live too far away and business sense.
Ringo is definitely an inexperienced hand, has not even asked for royalties on the cookies that inspired him and his adventure with Postman color that he had mistaken for Grace Jones ...
get him to swap the Sottomarino Giallo dei Beatles con la mia vecchia batteria di pentole è così facile che quasi mi vergogno. Eppure lui è così convinto di aver fatto un affare che insiste per darmi anche Lassie, famoso cane-boomerang.
Certo quel giallo andava bene negli anni '60 ..ora girare per strada con un sommergibile di quel colore dà un pò troppo nell'occhio. Per fortuna ho una noce di cocco e dalla sua polpa so ricavare una vernice fantastica a cui riesco a dare una bellissima, e molto più discreta, tonalità di rosa.
Usando il guscio della noce di cocco e poche altre cose che avevo in tasca, costuisco anche delle ruote per il sommergibile e con quello mi dirigo alla seconda tappa del mio piano.
Raggiunta la casa di Sean Connery I wear the old hat on his head given to me by Mr. Crocodile Dundee and carry with me the whip Alba Parietti forgot at my house Thursday night.
endeavor to make my crooked smile, I explain to the old Harrison Ford and Sean that I seek for a new installment of the adventures of the father of Indiana Jones searching for the false teeth of Merlin in the basement of a retirement home in Venice, thanks to a submarine.
He smiles and nods, has already done something like that in a film that toured the canals of Venice on board the Nautilus.
With a worried look in the film ask me if there will be Richard Gere or, worse, George Clooney or Brad Pitt.
reassure him by explaining that the only star of international fame he will be male.
He asks me if there are sex scenes and who pays the viagra, I told him that she will not serve, or at least I hope so strongly. Fortunately, he is convinced seeing Lassie just before they fled to return home from Ringo. I begin to understand why he insisted so much to include it in the bargain.
Sean Connery, not denying his Scottish origins, claim a substantial contribution to the collections of the film. Agreement is to let him get the '83.37% of revenues in exchange for nuclear dell'allestimento who had retained from the movie "The Hunt for Red October." While we are saying that I have to sign a new contract that includes the clauses to its advantage, while I make him sign the submarine.
Even with a slight delay of 45 years, I finally got my Christmas present. Now only remains for me to understand that my father did in Bethlehem 2008 years ago! (Contributed by Hocus Pocus)
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