giovedì 22 maggio 2014

The story of Nutella.



(Forgive me that the Boss)

You're right, in Latin was too long and then squeeze in the history of English fake NUTELLA.
Now te dic..( I apologize e demand scus to the Boss for the interpretation togotuentinaines).
God, the Boss of the Paradise, has cacced out, very very fuor, in the "freddo divertente" that in english si dice "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 everything, very very tutt, percio’ He don't si puo’ lumar one football partit because gia’ knows the risultat: He don't si puo’ lumar one yellow book because gia’ know the assasin, don't puo’ play the lotto, tombol, lottery of Capodann, because He gia’ lo knows who vinces and who perds (di solit God vinces at lotto, infact He is soprannominated "Padre Terno"), He knows gia’ everything, tut cos.
The unic thing that God don't sapev, was what cazz d’ end avev fatt the NUTELL and, under under, sott sott, after one sacc of time that he don't have nothing notiz about the NUTELL, God was very curios, ma very very curios, because God is formed dalla SS trinity, xcio’ God has the curiosity of the Father the curiosity of the figl, and the curiosity of the Spirit Sant: 'na cifra di curiosity...
God was pensing to qualcos for rintracciar the NUTELL and so decided to mandar 'ncopp the Terr one part of the SS Trinity: so appelled 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 poco this dick 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 God watching the colomb flying...The Colomb was avvicinanding to the Terr. "Good Fortun!" dissed God watching the Colomb avvicinanding...The Colomb entered in the atmosphere of the Terr.
"In bocc al wolf!" dissed 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 end PAPAM!!
One cacciator of Falchera accidett the Colomb with 'na scaric of pallettons.
The story it’s endat e also la NUTELL, boia faust.