hi i'm watching a movie about dagos.

well actually three movies. over three days. 

becuz that's how i roll CHUMP.

anyway. so like in the second movie [most likely my fave of the three btw] this guy mikey [played by a guy who makes really terrible movies now] grabs his brother on the back of his head and kisses him really hard but you can tell mikey is totally angry becuz he is pushing his lips together and grimacing

ok

and then mikey says i know it was you fredo you broke my heart you broke my heart

and 

i think that is so fuckin cool RIGHT don't you?

when we were kids we really didn't get along with the italian kids. but back then ppl didn't used to shoot each other all that much either. mostly fistfights. sometimes worse. ball bats. etc. 

whatever. now i'm telling two stories at once. i don't know what it is with me. lately i struggle at holding a straight line.

let's just cut our losses. how's that sound? i will leave you with one simple thought and you can resume your day of lying and being jealous and all the other things you do. 

for me - watching that movie [the second one] almost makes me feel bad about all the disrupting i used to do at the feast of san gennaro way back in the diztastik day yo.

almost. but not really. 

hey. how bout a joke from back then?

what does IROQ stand for?

ITALIAN RETARD OUT CRUISIN.

RIDE WITH THE 369.