morning, or maybe yesterday (in times of trauma my memory blurs), Maria Crocefissa reappeared in my life. It happens in front of my office while looking for the room where you take the monthly meetings of the Association of Young Zitelle Without Hope, I recognize also the first to turn around, the blast of breath from dying mouse that almost threw me off the chair.
"From how much time, teacherrrr!" Cries, doing - I do not know if the smell or the circumstances of his English - shudder barivecchiano a pigeon on the windowsill. "I must say to you one thing."
On the lips of an ordinary woman, something so trivial (though pronounced Iapigi with the accent) does not get to freeze the flow of blood throughout the male reproductive system. But Mary Crocefissa is not a normal woman. For the sake of political correctness (general) and mental health (staff), I prefer not to dwell on his physical appearance, but it seems to me to have to explain why certain unusual English idioms, preferred by the said girl, must be avoided:
- Pleasure! I am Crucifix. Unless your partner is not the President of the Ecclesiastical Sado-Masochist Society of Great Britain, it is unlikely that this declaration could lead to a successful conclusion.
- My piece is my strong hairy mussels. Mussels (mussels) and muscles (muscles) are homophones, but regardless of the disastrous potential of a possible confusion between molluscs and human tissue, remember that there are few nouns that can combine successfully with the adjective "hairy" during the seduction of a man .
- I want you tasting my ears with my grandmother's little juice. "Juice" in itself is a dangerous word. Ill-placed - and worse to the grandmother of the association can not be - can cause serious psychological damage to the male Middle English, as well as nausea, vomiting and in extreme cases, anaphylactic impotence. "Orecchiette" in English we say "orecchiette".
'm not one who easily snubs the advances of a young lady but, well, you get it, sweating ice, I climbed on the sill of the window now open, intending to throw myself off the second floor rather than hear other sweet words from the mouth of Maria crucified. Keeping an eye on, I step back a little.
"Aspe! U pigeons'! "He shouts, rushing towards me, but I'm already falling on deaf ears.
