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          Once upon a time, many, 
            many, many, ma'na cifra of many years ago, at the beginning of the 
            initiation of the mond, there was the caos.  
            One day, God (God is the 
            nome d'art of Dio), God, who was disoccupated, had a folgorant idea 
            and so God created the Nutell. And God saw that the Nutell was good, 
            very good, very very good, good 'na cifra.  
            The mangiation of God was 
            long, He manged one million of barattols of Nutell sfrutting the fact 
            that God has not a Mamm that strills if you sbaff too much Nutell... 
             
            And after this mangiation, 
            God invented the Water Closed Run, the cors in the cabinet, and some 
            Nutell's derivates like the red bubbons, the panz, the cellulit and 
            ceter, and ceter. After di which (dopodiche') he invented Adamo ed 
            Eva and all the paradise and he diss to Adamo and Eva: "Now you have 
            all the Paradise, you can do everything, very tutt: you have the permission 
            to eat, to drink, to kiss, to scop; nothing lavor, nothing affit, 
            nothing concors of impiegats, nothing cod alla post, nothing IRPEF, 
            ILOR. Only very ozious life: television, telenovels, football, moviols, 
            process of Monday, appell of Tuesday, cassazion of Wednesday, and 
            ceter, and ceter. You have gratis restaurants, cinemas, theaters, 
            all the Paradise is yours: air-conditioned, autom riscaldament, moquette, 
            parquett, tresset, bidet, omelette, eccet, eccet.... 
             
            "There's just one thing, 
            remember, in tutt the Paradise just one thing absolutely prohibited. 
            Come, come to me in the giardin:  
            this is "the Nocciol", 
            the alber of the Nutell. Only this alber of the Nutell is prohibited, 
            because I like the Nutell very much, very very much, much 'na cifra 
            and I want all the Nutell, tutt the Nutell for me." 
             
            During the prim temps, 
            Adamo and Eva were very happy. Adamo said:"What a cool! ('Cool' is 
            not in Italian 'freddo', no, 'What a cool' means 'Che cul') All the 
            Paradise is nostr!" And everyday, ognigiorn, they discovered something 
            new. A lot of scoperts, many scoperts, many many scoperts, 'na cifra 
            di scoperts. One day the scopert of the hot water, one day the scopert 
            of the spaghettis, one day the cigarettes, and ceter, and ceter. 
             
            But one day, a trist day, 
            a very very trist day, trist 'na cifra, Adamo and Eva fecer the scopert 
            of the first colazion. And after the scopert of the cappuccin, the 
            scopert of the aranch succ, the scopert of the cornetts, they understood 
            that something was mancant. "Eva!" said Adamo "Don't you think that 
            qualcos is mancant here, proprio here, 'ncopp this fett?" "Second 
            me" Eva risposed "'ncopp the fett you have to metter burr and marmelade." 
            "No, no Eva, you know that the marmelade schif myself. I want ncopp 
            this fett something very particular, very very particular, particular 
            'na cifra. What do you think about the Nutell?" "No, Adamo you are 
            scording that the Signor said that's vietat!" "Yes, I remember, but 
            only a little assaggiation, don't succed nothing!" And Adamo sces 
            in the cortil where the alber of the Nutell was and he pres a small 
            barattol and spalmed the brown cream on the fett and assagged the 
            Nutell.  
            Adamo and Eva don't ebber 
            the time to exprimer the godiment that the tuons and fulmins apparved 
            in the ciel and one voice said:  
            "Potevamo stupirv you with 
            special effects, but I'm God, not Fantagod! Adamo, Eva, come here! 
            I'm very incazz with you, very very incazz, incazz 'na cifra! How 
            did you permit to tocc the Nutell? Didn't you remember that it was 
            prohibited?"  
            "Cazz!" esclamed Adamo 
            "It was prohibited! Oh, sorry, God, I'm very very sorry, sorry 'na 
            cifra, God, I really really was completely scordat..." 
             
            Don't do that fint tont, 
            Adamo, I'm God, I can see everything, very tutt, and I know that you 
            and the woman have deliberatament assaggiated the Nutell. So you have 
            a big punhition, a very castig for your peccat. But siccom I'm sconfinatly 
            good, you can choose, you have two scelts:  
            "Scelt number 1: nothing 
            Nutell for ever and ever in the secols of the secols, amen!" "Nooo!" 
            Eva was piagnucoling "It's a thing very tragic, very very tragic, 
            tragic 'na cifra!" "Aspett!" said God "Don't be frettolous woman... 
             
            "Scelt number 2: you can 
            take the Nutell, no problem, let's prend, prend, but for you is the 
            cacciation out of the Paradise. You will have to lavorar with the 
            sudor of your front, you will zapp the terr, you'll have mal of schien 
            and, like this don't bastass, everytime you will mang Nutell, the 
            malediction of the brufols, of the mal of panch, of the cacarel will 
            be cadent on you." "Ale'!" esclaimed Adamo "Thank you God, thank you, 
            we don't interess the cacciation dal Paradise, the important is to 
            have the Nutell! Goodbye! Ciao, ciao!"  
            And so Adamo and Eva were 
            cacciated and this original peccat and this malediction cadded on 
            lor and on lor discendents, and on the discendents of the discendents. 
            Infact, tutt'ogg, you can veder in the pubblicity all the ragazz that 
            per aver one fett of pan and Nutell they scalan the mountains they 
            stay in a tend al fredd and al gel and ceter, and ceter. 
             
            But the final pensier of 
            tutti noi is "It's meglio faticar and soffrir with the Nutell piuttost 
            che the Terrestr Paradise senz the Nutell." | 
         
       
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