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Titolo: OT - Cappucciett Red (napulo-ammericano)

Tant ma tant temp ago, ce stava ‘na little Cappucciet Red.
One mattin her mamma dissed: “Dear Cappucciet, take this cest to the
nonn but warning to the lup that is very ma very kattiv! And torn
prest! Good luck!”
“And in boc at the lup!”
Cappucciett didn’t capl very well this ultim thing, but went away da
sol, with the cest.
Cammining, cammining, in the cuor of the forest, at a cert punt
incontered the lup, who dissed: “Hi! Piccula piezz’e girl! ‘Ndove do
you go?”
“To the nonn with this little cest, which is little but it is full of a
sacc of chocolate and biscots and panetons and more, more, more and
mirtills” she dissed.
“Ah, mannagg’a maruschella (maybe an expression com: what a cul that I
had)” dissed the lup, with a fium of saliv out of the bocc.
And so the lup dissed: “Beh, now I dev andar because the telephonin is
squilling, sorry”.
And the lup went away, but not very away, but to the nonn’s house.
Cappucciett Red, who was very ma very lent, lent un casin, continued
for her sentier in the forest.
The lup arrived at the house, suoned the campanel, entered and after
saluting the nonn, magned her in a boccon.
Then, after sputing the dentier, he indossed the ridicol night berret
and fikked himself in the let.
When Cappucciett Red came to the fint nonn’s house, suoned and entered.
But when the little and a bit stupid girl saw the nonn (non was the
nonn, but the lup, ricord!) dissed: “But nonn, why do you stay in let?”
And the nonn-lup: “Oh, I’ve stort my cavigl doing aerobics!”
“Oh, poor nonn!” said Cappucciett (she was more than a bit stupid, I
think, wasn’t she?)
Then she dissed: “But…What a big okks do you have! Do you bisogn some
collir?”
“Oh, no! It’s for see you better, my dear stupid little girl!” dissed
the nonn-lup.
Then Cappucciett, who was more dur than a block of marm: “But what big
oreks do you have, do you have the orekkions?”
And the nonn-lup: “Oh, no! It is to ascolt you better”.
And Cappucciett (that I think was now really rincoglionited) said: “But
what big dents do you have!”
And the lup, that at this point wanted to dir “Cossi ti mai?” (maybe an
expression com: to buy to you the little machine, never?) dissed: “It
is to magn you better!” And magned really tutt quant the poor red girl.
But (ta dah!) out of the house a simpatic, curios and innocent
cacciator di frodo (maybe a city near there) sented all and
dissed: “Accident! A lup! Its pellicc vals a sac of solds”.
And so, spinted only for the compassion for the little girl, butted a
terr the kils of volps, fringuells and conigls that he had ammazzed
till that moment, imbracced the fucil, entered in the stanz and killed
the lup.
Then squarced his panz (being attent not to rovin the pellicc) and
tired fora the nonn (still viv) and Cappucciett (still rincoglionited).
And so at the end the cacciator of frodo vended the pellicc and
guadagned (honestly) a sacc of solds.
The nonn magned tutt the leccornies in the cest.
Cappucciett Red…beh!, let her stay, because she had capit.
And so, everybody lived felix and content (maybe not the lup!).
FIN
(P.s.: This morning I don't teng wish de lavurà...se not? I hope de no.)
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 Tant ma tant temp ago, ce stava 'na little Cappucciet Red.
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Nutella Nutellae?
Paola

Tant ma tant temp ago, ce stava ‘na little Cappucciet Red.
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Finalment qualcoss de buon n'copp a stò niusgrupp !
E ppe cchi vulesse sapè à ver story of nutella (directly from Neaples), ecco
ccà 
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God, the boss of the Paradise, has cacced out, very very fuor, in the "freddo
divertente" that in english se dic "fun cool", Adam, Eva and the fruit of the
peccat: the Nutell.
From that moment, the life of God was very very squallid, very very scocciant,
very very noious. Infact God is onnipotent, he knows tutt cos, very very tutt,
perciò he don't può veder one football partit because he knows già the
risultat. He don't si può legger one yellow book because he già knows the
assassin, don't può play the lotto, tombol, lottery of capodann, because he già
lo knows who vinc and who perd (di solit God vinces at lotto, in fact he is
soprannominated "Padre Terno") he knows già everything, tutt cose.
The unic thingthat God don't sapeva, was what cazz di end aveva fatt The Nutell
and, under under, sotto sotto, after one sacc of time that he don't have
nothing notizz about the nutell, God was very curious, ma very very curious,
because God is formed dalla Santissima Trinity, perciò God has the curiosity of
the Father, the curiosity of the Figl, and the curiosity of the Spirit Sant: nà
cifra de curiosity.
God was pensing to qualcos for rintracciar the Nutell and so decided to mandar
'ncopp the terr one part of the santissima Trinity: so chiamett the Spirit Sant
that is the most sfigat of the trinity, (that quand God want the cigarettes or
want the giornal, he sempr calls the Spirit Sant that in deep in deep, in fondo
in fondo, is the apprendist of the trinity, the shop boy, the ragazz of
botteg), and God dissed to the colomb: "Now you go 'ncopp the terr and cerc 'nu
poc this cazz of nutell that da secols and secols i don't have notiz".
The colomb se ne voled from the Paradise vers the terr. "Good viagg" dissed the
God watching the colomb fliyng ...
The colomb was avvicinanding to the terr. "Good fortun" dissed the God watching
the colomb avvicinanding...
The colom entered in the atmosphere of the terr. "In bocc al wolf" dissed the
God watching the colomb in the atmosphere.
The colomb was ormai in the ciel of the terr. "In cool at the balen" dissed God
watching the colomb in the ciel of the terr.
PAM!! One frod cacciator of Frosinone accirette the colomb with n'à scaric of
pallettons.
"Azz!" esclaimed God 
"Pork mignott!" esclaimed the colomb, "God, ma nothing
nothing do you purtass nu' poc sfiga?" and muretted into the Frosinon forrest.
At this point God facing the vague, ma very very vague, ma very very very
vague, vague nà cifra, fischietting and canticching si avvicined a Jesus and
gli dissed: "Jesus, my predilett figl!..."
"te credo" risposed Jesus "i am the unic figl..."
"don't scherzar everytime, Jesus!" dissed God, "i am parling seriament: if you
go 'ncopp the terr, i'll give you nà bella cosa: the Nutell!!"
"With the cazz!" dissed Jesus "i aggio visted the end che ha fatt the Spirit
Sant, i don't want to be accised by a fetient cacciator of Frosinon!"
"But don't ti preoccupar. don't succed nothing, and if you want star very very
sicur, ma very very very sicur, sicur nà cifra, i give you three miracols, so
you can go tranquill 'ncopp the terr":
"Uè daddy" dissed Jesus "i don't want to go 'ncopp the terr!! But comunq, propr
pecchè sei you, i will go 'ncopp the terr se you ..."
"Se io ...?"
"Se you accatt me the motorin!"
"The motorin is pericolous! L'ata volt t'aggio visted 'ncopp the Vesp of the
figl of Mosè sgomming and impenning cò nà ruot only"
"And i don't go 'ncopp the terr!" dissed Jesus.
"What a cacacazz of figl che teng! And it goes good! Va buò!: now i give you
the three miracles and when you return, i'll give you the motorin. But you trov
the nutell!!!!"
So Jesus nacqued in one grott al cold e al gel.
Will riesce Jesus a compier the mission to salv the humanity from the tentation
of the nutell??
Che a him don't gliene può fregà of meno, but he want the motorin, with the
parabrezz, the baulett and the adesiv of his face, with the scritt "volto santo
of Jesus Crist protegg me" ???
The seguit at the prossim millennium!!!
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Ciao a tutti.
G.
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ccą 
In altri tempi c'e' stato un pandemonio, dopo che era stata
postata.
Spero che sia cambiato qualcosa, nel frattempo, perche' e'
sempre gustosa (la storia. E anche la Nutella).
L+T

sempre gustosa (la storia. E anche la Nutella).
Ah ecco, per la Nutella niente da dire, visti anche i suoi svariati usi
"ludici" :-))
Ciao.
G.

"ludici" :-))
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L+T

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Beh, di giochini con la Nutella se ne possono fare parecchi !!!!! :-PP 
Ciao G.