O título também podia ser De Adriano Ramos Pinto a Xana Toc Toc passando por Jeroen Dijsselbloem. Lá fora estão 22º, está um céu de um azul que até dói quando se olha. Diz o site da CNN que em Amesterdão está nublado e a temperatura máxima é 14º. Coitado do Jeroen Dijsselbloem...
Nós temos os vinhos do Porto Ramos Pinto (que sintetizam o pensamento Dijsselbloemiano em toda a sua dimensão) e Xana Toc Toc. São formas diferentes de combater o cinzentismo e a monotonia. Embora não se possa falar em Xana Toc Toc à minha prima Cristina, mas isso são outros temas...
Qual o sentido de tudo isto? Não sei. Mas deixo-vos o monólogo final do filme "The meaning of life":
Now, here's the meaning of life. (...) Well, it's nothing very special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations, and, finally, here are some completely gratuitous pictures of penises to annoy the censors and to hopefully spark some sort of controversy, which, it seems, is the only way, these days, to get the jaded, video-sated public off their fucking arses and back in the sodding cinema. Family entertainment bollocks. What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats. Where's the fun in pictures? Oh, well, there we are. Here's the theme music. Goodnight.
Nós temos os vinhos do Porto Ramos Pinto (que sintetizam o pensamento Dijsselbloemiano em toda a sua dimensão) e Xana Toc Toc. São formas diferentes de combater o cinzentismo e a monotonia. Embora não se possa falar em Xana Toc Toc à minha prima Cristina, mas isso são outros temas...
Qual o sentido de tudo isto? Não sei. Mas deixo-vos o monólogo final do filme "The meaning of life":
Now, here's the meaning of life. (...) Well, it's nothing very special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations, and, finally, here are some completely gratuitous pictures of penises to annoy the censors and to hopefully spark some sort of controversy, which, it seems, is the only way, these days, to get the jaded, video-sated public off their fucking arses and back in the sodding cinema. Family entertainment bollocks. What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats. Where's the fun in pictures? Oh, well, there we are. Here's the theme music. Goodnight.
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