so it has been a long time and should not have left you without some dope lines to read to. so here we go. things are going well in the old italia. i'm working my face off(really i've become one of the faceless millions). which is good because my dowry has become very handsome and i'm hoping to work my way into an arranged marriage society and really some up in the 08. my eating has been minimal, but i did have donkey tartar. these are your not ordinary work donkies, no no these are special eating donkies that lounge around all day in smoking jackets and smoke cigarettes and swizel brandy and talk about society and politics. then in the middle of the night the farmer comes and slits their throat like chuck norris in the night sells the meat and buys more star trek collectables(he is kind of a nerd). then the restaurant takes the meat chops it adds capers, shallots, oil, dijon mustard, egg yolk, salt and pepper and other seasonings and serves it with bread arugula and a poached quail egg. all of this equals delicious for the mathematicians in the house who entering all this into their calculators. anyways, other than that things are good and i'm pretty much italian now. my white jeans and leather shoes are in the process of being sent to me; and i have learned how to stare rudely at girls and be extraordinarially loud about nothing.
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Don't you even be THINKING about staring at girls, even if it is rudely!
Wait a second... more importantly than staring at girls... why are you wearing white pants?
Although the Mayor's pointed questions about these supposed white pants are good, I must demand that once you are in said white pants and shoes, you immediatly send pictoral proof of your radiating Italian-ness. This is very important.
And on a more important note - can you rap in those pants?
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