It's a story that has not much military, or maybe not ... because it is part of those habits of healthy camaraderie, which make a group of people in a floating steel box, the crew of a military ship. As in all communities, there is a diverse humanity, an amalgam of types and characters. Capo Arezzo was a Second Head of a certain seniority and countless professional resources.
In fact, he did not limit himself to his duties as a naval electrician, but he delighted in collaborating with the store keeper (the consignee of the materials on board) in the estate in perfect order both of the coves and of the cumulation of paperwork that the administration requires. As a good Roman he had a loose talk and a colorful language from the pleasant vernacular of the eternal city. It was, therefore, quite normal that, with the strong talents of storyteller that nature and the environment had given him, he created clusters whenever he began to tell jokes or anecdotes.
That day entertained a dozen people, colleagues of the technical component and the boys of the logistic secretariat and me, that I had found myself to pass after a brief stay in barberia (electric razor "to skin"), on a past night, in Rome , with some girls.
Aho !, I was with my friend Mario er Secco, in Trastevere, when two guys passed by, all painted ... Er Dry part that looked like Schumacher and begins to stalk. He hooks them up and starts talking. I arrive soon after: pleasure Mario, pleasure Guido, pleasure Sonia, pleasure Monia. Aho, Sonia was the "Bbona" and Monia the "Schifa". Sonia had two bumpers in front of her ... a dream! Monia, on the other hand, was dry and dry with a crooked tooth in front. Not bad, but Sonia was just bbona scary ...!
Aho, annamo a take 'na bira, then n'artra,' nzomma, from there just a few friends friends. Mario, I'm fijo de 'na bona donna, if she rubs with a bonona, while she touches me with her in Schifa. 'Nzomma, I'm at a certain point announcing at the disco. Zompa de qua, zompa de llà, the fact is that I will talk to 'a bbona, while Mario nun se scolla. If we step on our feet, I'll compete for the brightest, the coolest and the coolest if it's fun and not if it decides. I do underneath me, I hold her and kiss her. Aho ... that's it. It's done, I say ... I'm going around and Mario je is glued too, it seemed 'n octopus. Then I rise to majetta and I will dance naked, waving to majetta as if at the stadium if it adjusts the scarf of the "Maggica" (Rome), know that er Secco mica c'aveva er physical that I have! ! 'Nzomma, when the game seemed to be over, quanno er Secco if he started dancing at breakdance. Aho, it looked like Michael Jackson ... A ggente begins to stop pe 'vedello dances. Mortacci ... in the evening it was all his own. The fact is that this year ends de ballà, pija in Bbona and goes to infringe on for c ... his. I know it was beaten like a rag ...!
Suddenly (or perhaps this was the final goal of Capo Arezzo), one of the public asked:
And the Schifa?
Answer:
Aho ... Mo 'is me moje!
