A Cleveland''s Tale (22/12/2006)

(D: Doctor; B: Berlusconi; Telefonata Arcore ---> Cleveland)

D: Good Morning, President.
B: Good Morning, doctor.
D: Are you allergic?
B: Yes, to the Comunists!
D: Well, now it's time to tell about your pacemaker.
B: Oh, thanks for the interest, but I'm only candidate for Nobel Peace Prize.
D: For What?
B: The Nobel Price won by communist like Dario Fo. I'm a peacemaker. In Iraq, in Afganistan and other countries with my friend George W. Bush: we export democracy!
D: But now Prodi let the troops out from Iraq.
B: Yes, I know, but my friend Bush recalls young soldiers from Jesus Camps.
D: Well, I talk about your life after operation: with this new pacemaker you cannot run anymore. Sports are out.
B: I like sports. I'm President of a great soccer team: A.C Milan.
D: Wednesday Milan won against Catania: Ancellotti starts with one forward only.
B: Son of a pig: I said always "two forward and one threefour".
D: Good, President, I have two tickets for a basketball match on saturday: Sacramento Kings vs. Cleveland Cavaliers.
B: Doctor, I'm proud you recognize me as Cavalier of Italian Republic.
D: Italian Republic sucks: my brain run out Italy.
B: It's all communist fault.
D: Now it's time to operate.
B: Goodbye, Doctor: If a don't survive at this operation, please, come to my funeral!
D: What's your name, for partecipation. Andrea Natale, President.
B: Goodbye Andrew Christmas.
Giordano Silvetti