Newsgroup: it.fan.culo
Titolo: [mmaxogramma per isaz] La nuova bibbia

CONTRO LA GRAMMATICA ITALIANA - I
http://www.homolaicus.com/linguaggi/gram_it_1.htm
MMAX


http://www.homolaicus.com/linguaggi/gram_it_1.htm
Basta quest'affermazione a inficiare qualsiasi spunto interessante:
«La complessità del linguaggio umano è tale per cui è da escludere
categoricamente che l'uomo possa tout-court discendere da un animale.»
Ergo...?
Isa
-- 
Secondo. Pensavo: ma il fatto che tra fanculer ci apprezziamo così
tanto, sarà mica anche perché non ci conosciamo abbastanza?
(Vecchio fancooler, dicembre 2000)

Ergo...?
E' una cazzata, pero' quando ci sono capitato ho ridacchiato
pensando alla tua sindrome da maestrina dalla penna rossa.
Franti

  animale.»
che ci sia di mezzo il tifoso di calcio?
-- 
termy prende per fatica, attento.                     -- PLS, in IFQ

che ci sia di mezzo il tifoso di calcio?
No, č un tuo ex studente.
MMAX

 Ergo...?
ergo non discendiamo dall'animale e continuiamo ad ingropparcelo.
	-p-

Franti
L'infame sorrise.
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L'infame sorrise.
Era giusto <g>
Diario Minimo, Elogio di Franti [cit]
MMAX

ergo non discendiamo dall'animale e continuiamo ad ingropparcelo.
[Andy] was in the war, not Korea, the big one in Europe, but he has to
work nights in this goddam bank because of his dishonorable discharge
in the spring of 1945, just before the war ended and isn't that a
bitch.
   Taking a shit, that's what he was, a nice quiet shit in a French
ditch, all wiped and ready to button up when who comes along but a
goddam lieutenant and a sergeant and the lieutenant has nothing else
to do but to march up to Andy and accuse him of an unnatural act with
that sheep standing there a few feet away. Andy admits that in a way
the lieutenant had a right to jump to the wrong conclusion since just
before pulling up his pants Andy had a hard-on which made it difficult
to pull up the aforesaid pants and even though he hated anything in
the shape of an officer he felt an explanation would help.
   Well, Lieutenant, I may have fucked that sheep or I may not have
fucked that sheep but what's interesting here is your peculiar concern
with me and my relationship with that sheep. There's a war on,
Lieutenant. I come out here to take a shit in a French ditch and
there's a sheep at eye level and I'm nineteen years old and I haven't
been laid since my high school prom and a sheep, especially a French
sheep, looks very tempting and if I looked like I was ready to jump on
the sheep you're right, Lieutenant, but I didn't. You and the sergeant
interrupted a beautiful relationship. I thought the lieutenant would
laugh, instead he said I was a goddam liar, that I had sheep written
all over me. I wanted sheep all over me. I dreamed of it but it hadn't
happened and what he said was so unfair I pushed him, didn't hit him,
just pushed, and the next thing, Jesus, they had all kinds of
artillery sticking in my face, pistols, carbines, M1 rifles, and
before you know it there was a court martial where I had a drunken
captain defending me who told me in private that I was a disgusting
sheep fucker and he was sorry he couldn't be at the other end
prosecuting me because his father was a Basque from Montana where they
respected their sheep, and I still don't know if I was sent to the
stockade for six months for assaulting an officer or screwing a sheep.
(Frank McCourt, 'Tis, pp. 244-5)
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 No, è un tuo ex studente.
perché ancora rancore? 
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