******* story
we have ******* in italy, j may tell you an old story.
a famous political man was crossing the country on board of his limousine and with a chaffeur. suddenly nea a farm a pig crossed the road and the chaffeur was unable to avoid him and he felt down the whels. the political man asked the chaffeur to stop the car and looking at the house told him, we are in the ******* area, j should avoid any dispute for my next election. visit them and pay them for the pig. the chaffeur left the limousin and knocked to the far house door. he entered and after a few minutes went out carrying a big parcel. he loaded the parcel on the back of the car and entered for driving. the political man asked him what happened. the chaffeur turned and told him: j may not understand, j entered and the family was all at the table for lunch, j told them Hi, j am the chaffeur of mr.*****, j have to tell you that j just killed that pig on the road. j was unable to continue they charged me of salami, cheese honey and cackes and j was asked for leaving with many congratulations....!!!!!
ciao
Hannibal