Where I Come From, It’s Frowned Upon To Throw High-Maintenance Women Off Of Cliffs — If Anyone’s Lookin’
The true Borderline Sociopathic Boy isn’t afraid to look spiffy. At high-falutin’ dinners, we know which fork to eat our curly fries with, too. When we’re tasked with making a speech at a public function, we’re way too suave to write crib notes on our palm. If our memory falters halfway through a wedding toast, or a charity dedication, or a wake, we know we can always fall back on our innate charm, and toss in a joke or something — like asking someone in the first row if they know anything about real estate, then grabbing the crotch of our immaculately tailored pants, which break at the ankle just above the shoe, of course, and if they say yes, we ask, “Well, is this a lot?”
[Many thanks to the always stylish Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along]
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Who knew Italians can rap?
I know I’m a broken record, but I am compelled to note this location is where my father fought in the war. It is Riva, on Lake Grada, where just last year a video was also made at 900 feet below the lake’s surface of the lost army vehicle that almost became dad’s grave. It did become such for 24 other men of his unit.
900 feet above the lake? Party on! Makes me happy to see this, because freedom is a soaring fashion model, and I say more just like this is in order. Don’t get me started on how they almost caught Mussolini right there. Another long winded story.
Casey! If you’re a “broken record,” at least it’s a hit record, so no one’s going to complain.
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