The fruit of the peccat: the Nutell. (macaronic)

God, the boss of the Paradise, has cacced out, very very fuor, in the “freddo divertente” that in english itssaid “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’ veder one football partit because gia’ knows the risultat: He don’t si puo’ legger one yellow book because già 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, tutte cose.

The unic thing that God don’t sapeva, was what cazz di end aveva fatt the Nutell and, under under, sotto sotto, 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 Santissima Trinity, percio' 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 per rintracciar the Nutell and so decided to mandar ‘ncopp the Terr one part of the Santissim Trinity: so chiamed 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 cazz 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!!

One cacciator of Casalcoso accirrette the Colomb with ‘na scaric of pallettons.
“Azz!” esclaimed God.
“Pork Mignott!” esclaimed the Colomb, “God, ma nothing nothing do you portass nu’ poco sfiga?” And murretted into the Casalcoso Forrest.
At this point God facing the vague, ma very very vague, ma very very very vague, vague ‘na cifra, fischietting and canticching si avvicined a Jesus and gli dissed: “Jesus, my predilett figl!…”.
“Te credo” risposed Jesus “I am the unic figl…”.
“Don’t scherzar everytime, Jesus!” dissed God, “I’m parling seriament: if you go ‘ncopp the Terr, I’ll give to you ‘na bella cosa: the Nutell!”
“With the cazz!” disse Jesus “I aggio visted the end che ha fatt the Spirit Sant, I don’t want to be accised by a fetient cacciator of Frosinon!” “But don’t ti preoccupar! Don’t succed nothing, and if you want star very sicur, ma very very sicur, ma very very very sicur, sicur ‘na cifra, I give to you three miracols, so you can go tranquill, very very tranquill ‘ncopp the Terr”.
“Ue’ Daddy” dissed Jesus “I don’t want go to ‘ncopp the Terr!! But comunq, proprio perche’ sei you, I will go ‘ncopp the Terr se you…”
“Se io…?” “Se you accatt to me the motorin!” “The motorin is pericolous! 
L’altra volt t’aggio visted ‘ncopp the Vesp of the figl of Mose’ sgomming and impenning su ‘na ruota only!” “And I don’t go ‘ncopp the Terr!” dissed Jesus.
“What a cacacazz of figl che teng! And it goes good! 
Va buo’!: now I give to you tre miracles and when you return, I’ll give the motorin. But you trov the Nutell!” So Jesus nacqued in ne grott al cold e al gel.
Will riesce Jesus a compier the mission to salv the humanity from the tentation of the Nutell?
Che a him don’t gliene puo’ fregar of meno, but he want the motorin, with the parabrezz, the baulett and the adesiv of his face, with the scritt “Volto Santo of Jesus Christ protegg me”?
We will know everything to the proxim puntat..

and now mi place the Sunday strip of Stefano

 Amen.