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It was an error made by the monks of that era.
Cantagallo's monastery was founded in December 1342
but one of the monks, under the influence of alcohol,
made a mistake while inscribing the date on the facade.
Since then, the town of Cantagallo
is the only place in the world
with a calendar 5 months ahead of the rest of the world.
I've gotten laid all that I could by now.
If I die, I'm not there anymore.
I'll enjoy myself!
What will I do tonight?
Tonight I'll make a bowl of pasta,
and some roast chicken.
Then I'll find some pretty lady and I'll end up like that.
Because after...
If we die, if the world ends...
Might as well look at my butt now Gigi!
For me, this end of the world thing could be a positive thing.
When it's over, it's over.
Afterwards, you don't have to worry about the future.
I have a huge tab here at the bar,
with Campari's, chips, all that stuff.
If they add it all up I'm finished...
I have a three month contract at work
but now they're screwed!
Tell them to give me a year long contract now!
I'm staying here at the bar!
Maila, three more Campari's!
You want it on your tab?
Put it down.
They're making us into guinea pigs for the whole world,
those ***! Pieces of s**t! Fascists!
You want to study our reactions
for you own international interests, you ***!
You're all a**holes!
Burn in Hell you f*****g Yankees!
This was the epiphany we were waiting for,
the creation of a crack in the space-time continuum.
What are these,
more Adventists?
Worse.
They look like fans of Back to the Future.
Jesus Christ.
The mayor's performing miracles!
He even healed my dog!
He's heating drinks with his hands!
Thank you, Uncle Onorio!
Ok go on now cutie pie,
but enough with all these pets.
The town has already done a lot
for the veterinary hospital.
And enough with repairing
all of these small electronic devices and household appliances.
And don't complain,
or I'll make it night and send you all to bed.
I've always said that
direct democracy
is a faulty system.
When he does this, he's about to do a great miracle.
Done. For the joy of everyone,
from this moment on
the slot machines of the social club
will pay their winnings in little bunnies.
What you're missing completely
is the totally anthropocentric idiocy of this end of the world idea.
I mean, how can one think that the world will end
based on a calendar defined only by human conventions?
For what stupid reason should something like that happen?
And coming back to our small community,
whose boundaries are defined, once again, by human conventions,
how can we think that this destiny
was decided by the delusion of a drunk monk from the 1300's?
Hey little man!
Hi, my name is Nino - and the Mythomaniacs.