Months before he died, Ralu, happily entered his house. It was one of those bribe days. So, he put his briefcase on the table and sat comfortably on the couch. As he was enjoying the universe, a full glass of martini on it, suddenly, the maverick son blew in.
- Hello father!
- Hello son!
- Tell me, father, do you happen to know how you call a double cheeseburger in french?
- Oh my, son, I've told you not to believe all those fuckin commercials praising McDonalds!
- But I don't!
- You know it's not healthy. And plus, the're playing with your mind, my child.
- I don't know what you're talkin about!
- Listen to me child, television is a devil's tool. They're all want to persuade you to buy that, and that, and before you know it, you're fuckin out af your mind. I'm only into this shit for the money.
- I just wanna know if you know what's it called that mother fuckin double cheeseburger in french!
- You shouldn't wach so much commercials.
- It's from a fuckin movie, you half-learned, ignoramus , stupid idiot!!!!!!!!!!
- Ohhh, myyy, then you shouldn't watch television at all. All right now, go to your room and play that piano.
- You're a bloody mother-fuckkkkkkkeeeeerrrrr!!!!!
Not had the child stopped, that Ralu felt his heart tremble. His son's insults kiked his heart's ass. He then realized all those hard study years were lost in vain. That moment he bethought he didn't knew how it's called a double cheeseburger in french. An instant of sorrow and shame. Frustrating pains.
So, it was high time he'd done something in that matter. That "double cheeseburger" mistery needed to be solved. He had to find that thing and spit it out in his boy's face. So, he began his search. Months of wondering from cinema to cinema, looking for a clue. Got even on odc, where- to his amazement- discovered thousands of movies. Then took a movie critic, a private detective and a medium. Some even say that, in his last days, he was seen ketting friendly with some teenage punks.
In the end, he finally realized. It was no way out of this.
- I'll better die than live in shame, said Ralu wiping his tears.
And so, quicky grabbed a pen and wrote a spontaneous will.
1. Unwothty followers of mine, I leave thee thy task of honour full: let there be no child watching television till the end of time.
Deci, da, este vorba despre cele 3 filmulete execrabile realizate de Graffiti, din cate am inteles, pentru CNA, la dorinta marelui maestru. Unul mai execrabil ca altul.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
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