BOL!
B. Finding a crazy Italian out here is like finding a burger in McDonald’s.
C. See B.
:)
I met a kid at a party when I was 16. Italian like me. He asked me to go for a spin with him to pick up his girl.
I went.
His idea of a good time was driving through black neighborhoods and tapping them with his car at red lights as they crossed!!
And then he wouldn’t burst out laughing.
I was in sheer terror.
But not ONE black guy did anything.
Even they know out here that it’s JUST NOT WORTH it to mess with Italians.
That’s why when that fat guy die at the hands of cops on Staten Island, they protested in Manhattan.
Better to deal with the mextrosexuals than us. :)
I think southerners and miswestern folks would love it here, at least for a week’s vacation :)