" During a long night at the disco have lifted a bit 'too much to drink ended up launching the" McGyver Dance "(which consists in lifting both elbows to the sky in an effort said to remove all the bulbs in the spotlights of the track and run them anyway) and what is worse, to the audition to participate in the Big Brother VIP. Now you are locked in a house of Malibù con il sosia ufficiale di Danny De Vito, i Jalisse, Roberto Sedigho, i falsi Bud Spencer e Terence Hill di quei film tarocchi che odiavate tanto da ragazzini, Frank Poncharello, Quattro bassotti e un danese, Oscar il super tele gattone e quel gran pezzo dell’Ubalda…
La compagnia è buona, il cibo è ottimo, la sauna funziona da Dio, ma vi manca qualcosa del mondo esterno, qualcosa che non avete potuto portare con voi, qualcosa che è rimasto sul vostro letto: Gustavo, l’orsetto di peluche che vi accompagna da sempre in tutte le vostre avventure.”
Naturalmente però, non ci state a perdere per abbandono, anche perché il montepremi è di un milione di euro, quindi the only solution is to embrace the poor taste to end the game as soon as possible and come out a winner. Thank goodness you have been sighted and you put in your suitcase: three rigatoni, a ball and chain and a pigeon.
A- So so so ... I am in a good situation at times, because I get paid for cazzofacere from morning till night, and sometimes very unpleasant, because the 'always be taken up by a multitude of cameras, which broadcast to all viewers my sharp wits to solve the problems, which could lead people to want to imitate, and threaten to overshadow my hunger for "self made an atomic bomb, too ...". Here then turning for home, choking my natural instinct, which is to invent something every day that modernization and more comfortable home, I am dismally to imitate the big brother of the beggars, and in turn begin to fornicate with 's Ubalda and the female voice of Jalisse. however, I get two sensational results. One is to arouse dopo la sana ed ovvia invidia, l' ammirazione di Poncharello, noto mandrillo da competizione. Però... è vero, manca ancora tanto alla chiusura del programma, e mi manca tantissimo il mio orsacchiotto, Gustavo, soprannominato dagli amici, Bisenzio, per via di quella vaga tendenza ad ubriacarsi con l' assenzio, e comincio a non sopportare il dovermi coricare sempre senza il suo profumo che mi ricorda l' infanzia e la mia mamma. Ed è allora così, che improvvisamente mi si forma chiaro in mente un piano per sostituirlo !
Sfruttando l' ormai stima di cui godo da tutti gli altri presenti nella casa, organizzo una bella spanzata a base di pasta che mi son portato da casa (132 Kg. per resistere all' eventuali famine). A dough is ready, use my tactical knowledge-theoretical and practical, to reduce in a saucepan, over low heat, a bit 'of pigeon droppings mixed with potato pile of' Ubaldo, fake nails with Bud and Terence, plus a fresh fava kindly offered by the production as a reward for my good heart, of sharing with others my food supplies, a sleeping pill anesthetic, which will pour into the pot of good Danny DeVito. And with the same ingredients, but a special technique of processing, a filter 's love to be placed in the pot of' Ubaldo. After the meal, the 'Ubalda excited by the filter, launches into a dancing half-naked in front of everyone, arousing the desires of the good Poncharello, who pounced on him again, starting fornicate in the eyes of all who are immediately distracted by the scene, that between the 'other' s Ubalda, it means taking a pigeon with one stone. At that moment, I approach DeVito, helpless and nulal responsive thanks to my preparation, and with a ball and chain, the port in the secret room that no one knows, no one has anything to say against it. At the end of the meal, I get the result of 'you are all happy with a full belly, happy because I all convionto that DeVito had fled for he felt homesick, so' s not having a competitor, el 'actor chains in the lean secret, which is the closest thing to Gustavo present in the house, I go every night to embrace Before 'going to sleep. Now that I solved the lack of "Bisenzio," nothing more can 'stop on my way to victory. Goulash goulash! (Contributed by Skhammy slightly modified)
