Security tonight is the hundred meter hurdles every five minutes: I have never seen so much run.
will be the hot desert wind that messes up the few neurons drunken guest scientist, will be nervous and syncopated music of guest star who is on the console, the fact is that every five minutes there is a fight to quell.
We too are nervous behind the counter, except that Peter you're procure his daily dose of sex.
Today brings a silly mustache, Peter, but apparently his blond charm is not affected. During my sessions
logorrhoea jobs, after the third beer, I have always maintained that blond women are thinking more slowly but act more quickly. Peterpenis is the example that this is also true for men.
A young girl shows her nipple covered by swollen tight blouse and Peter has already given the long drink. Then, with his mysterious technical convinced her to follow him at Ground Zero.
Duke is the usual scene of jealousy, railing against Peter and wishing to take at least gonorrhea.
Then the fog. A dense fog
surrounding the sudden and Star Wars. We lost sight of the cirinquito, we see just the people who are inside the room and disturbing this white mass that seeks to penetrate any crack, a bit 'like Peter.
puts me in touch with the wireless security which I confirmed that they too do not see a fucking three feet from them. Giubeca, laughing, says that if you stretch your arm does not see his hand.
Then I hear him shouting: "My hand! My hand! "
Ferrotre screams something incomprehensible as Predator.
I fear and I try to get back in touch with them.
Silence.
Gather around me the team that mixed command and tell him to arm themselves with bottles and corkscrews. I get the impression that something unusual is going to happen when I see an old sailing ship cut through the fog.
paraded before us showing us all the guns of the old guns. Then
ancient pirates armed with swords and muskets Arremba the Star Wars Bar
The dance floor is empty, after each one.
In a panic I order my troops to throw bottles of alcohol to the west entrance, where we saw pass the pirate ship.
I tell them to throw the entire stock of rum, in the meantime I make a Molotov cocktail with a bottle of vodka. When you are ready to bring my troops towards the east exit and launch my clumsily improvised petrol bombs.
The expectation was that of a major explosion with flames high until at least ceiling.
In reality you only hear the sound of the bottle breaks, the flames are a few inches high, hollow and weak. They look like false lights.
addition to short.
But that is enough to make one give up the ancient pirates to come even if you do not surrender to fire his gun. Luck has it that the sight is poor and the old gun must be reloaded for each shot. We
so time to get to the east pier. The fog slowly disappeared in the meantime and we begin to review the cirinquito where people continue to drink and dance as if nothing had happened. I also see the pirate who has shot just calmly go to the bar and a beer. Something I do not
square, no returns. In the middle of the
usual score there are a lot of ancient pirates who drink and dance in perfect harmony with our times, so similar to theirs, true, but technically different. They should at least be perplexed by the music coming from the closed boxes and rum in the bottle rather than in barrels served with coke instead of drinking as a torch-guts.
Instead, I am perplexed.
And even more so when Giubeca startles me get behind with both hands intact.
Ride. There
six fallen, he said.
"We have fallen into what?" I ask.
"the joke of the hand." And he laughs.
Ok. Giubeca and security have fooled me with the joke of the incident. But these fucking pirates where they come from?
The fog that has enveloped the bar what it was?
Aziono intergalactic translator to understand what he is saying Predator and find out that tonight would be docked with a lot of special effects and acrobatics set the ship of Jack Sparrow, the one used in the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean" for a permanent exhibition. The attacker has set
firing blanks, of course.
mortified I'll be back in with my mixed troops, wounded pride. And to make matters worse
cross that Peter returns from Ground Zero satisfied with sexual performance (given or received) that asks me what happened.
Fog, pirate, joke, panic,'s summarize.
He hands me one of the many plastic placed on the counter that advertised the event and says: "Did not you know?"
No. I did not know. And it's all in the evening I use plastic ones as coasters.
My troop is called mixed ignorant of the event and I remain mortified. In a sign of prostration
'm going to throw where I did clean the entire stock of rum, leaving the Barback to the bench.
I can not hold a porcatroiaporca when I see pictures with Jack Sparrow Johnny Depp who has served a very simple rum and cola that I would have done better. Johnny Depp Jack Sparrow
When I pass by to exit gives me a look of commiseration and unlikely in an Italian tells me, patting on the shoulder: "Worst ever before improve. "
I arm on a hill, holding the broom like a flag planted on the ground and from the heart I get a" Fuck, Jack! "
" You see? "I answered him. "There is already improving?"
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