(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.
