These days I've been busy at work. The schedule is tight and things do not seem to want to do it right. I'm specializing in threatening letters to suppliers laggards. I feel a certain pleasure in doing it, maybe I would have happened if I had become a divorce lawyer.
BastardaDentro My mind does not come out to often but when he decides to head, always leaves a mark. This summer, during an inspection by the Company Quality System, the rhythms were particularly tight, and lunch is often reduced to a pack of crackers in front of the PC. One day, exhausted, decided to devote a dinner that was different from a packet of unsalted polystyrene surface. While they walked through the office door, a consultant who came to help only in sporadic occasions, he offered to accompany me forcibly. I tried to make her but she seemed willing to follow me. The bar under the office was full so I suggested to look there qalcos'altro vicino.
“Proviamo il giapponese! Non ci sono mai stata!” mi disse giuliva come un’oca. Entrammo e prendemmo due porzioni di sushi. In bella vista un montarozzo di wasabi. Lei lo guardò e mi disse: “Cos’è?”
Capitemi, non aveva smesso di parlare un secondo. Io volevo solo venti minuti di silenzio per me. Lei invece aveva insistito, era voluta venire per forza, e parlava parlava parlava…e io rimpiangevo il pacchetto di crackers al pc… capitemi, vi prego..
Le risposi:”Mah, non so, dev’essere una cremina…”
“Allora me la pappo tutta!!!”
And in an instant that mouth that he had never ceased to chatter, opened and closed immediately after the green mess ...
What happened after I leave to your imagination. God, whoever he is, forgive me.
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