A me, tutte queste storie sulle prodezze sessuali del nonnino di Arcore ( continuate così, eh? che in un Paese come questo sono 2-300.000 voti assicurati in più ), ricordano una lontana barzelletta:
Due esploratori are captured by a tribe of natives in Black and locked in a cage.
few hours later comes the tribal chief who says, "because you have violated our territory, the penalty is death. But you have a chance of salvation: the test of Dunga. We do Dunga Dunga and, later, we leave you free. "
The two explorers will consult with each other. " Dunga Dunga?, With those blacks', but you saw how long we have? "other" honor?, I do not mean to lose your honor! ", but the first reflects the" course, the alternative Dunga is the death "... so that the two give up, and they wipe the tribe that enjoys doing Dunga Dunga.
sore, wounded honor but free, the two explorers take over the road and are captured by another tribe.
The new chief of the tribe welcomes them saying " because you have violated our territory, the penalty is death. But you have a chance of salvation: the test of Dunga. We do Dunga Dunga and, later, we leave you free .
The two explorers, still sore, they look terrified, and bow their heads in unison say, "Dunga".
Even more painful, but forget the honor free again, the two explorers on his journey.
And now, as they walk, they are captured by another tribe.
The tribal chief comes in and starts saying: " because you have violated our territory, the penalty is death. But you have a chance of salvation: the test of Dunga. We do Dunga Dunga and, later, we leave you free .
scouts watching and tired dull blurted out: " just , rather than death! "
The tribal leader admired for her courage is intended for explorers and reply" have chosen death, and death will have, but first ... a little 'Dunga! "
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