"Al Marchese son cadute le braghe!" "Ha ha ha ha!"

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RaiUno, giovedì sera, prima serata.

È possibile assistere, nell'arco di cinque minuti e in quest'ordine,

- alla battuta "Di che terra è?" "Cina." "De Terracina?", che durante la guerra di Etiopia già non faceva più ridere nessuno. La sera prima, d'altra parte, Aldo Giovanni e Giacomo (chi?!?) costruivano imperdibili battute basate sul darla, sul terrone e su Il mio cane si chiama Spatagnaufsmmghgumfh.
- All'annuncio di un programma in prima serata sulle sfide tra i decenni passati. Anni cinquanta contro sessanta, settanta contro ottanta, roba così. Cento euro che se dico tre nomi di ospiti a caso ne becco almeno due.
- Una fiction su preti, carabinieri e preti carabinieri. Geometri e ingegneri a quando?

Per fortuna non ho beccato Fiorello e Baldini a romper le palle con lo spot Fiat, a sua volta esempio perfetto di come l'industria italiana dei media cerchi di spremere il più possibile le poche cose che funzionano, portandole su campi da gioco nei quali non funzionano più se va bene, non valgono nulla in genere, sono una merda se va male. Fiorello e Baldini che vanno il TV a fare lo spettacolo della radio, House che guida la Skoda Fabia ed Elisa che canta in italiano alcuni esempi di questo depravato meccanismo.

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matteo ha detto…
...e la verità è che... ho aspetttato a lungooo... qualcosa cheeee... non c'è...

Beh ragazzi, c'è da dire che da quando il michele ha iniziato a sputare post sul blog la qualità dello stesso è salita in maniera logaritmica (logaritmica eh, non esponenziale, quindi non ti montare la testa).
18 gennaio 2008 alle ore 12:43:00 CET
michele ha detto…
...invece di guardareeee... il soo...oole sorgeereee...

Prendo, porto a casa e ringrazio per l'opinione, ben lontano dal montarmi la testa.
18 gennaio 2008 alle ore 17:37:00 CET
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