A self-satirical train wreck that you can witness word by word...
And for those who doubt my son Armand Bovoso, indeed he is part Black. I'm Black and Italian. Armand is Black, italian, and Ukranian Jewish. Send me an email if you can't accept this.
And for those who doubt my son Armand Bovoso, indeed he is part Black. I'm Black and Italian. Armand is Black, italian, and Ukranian Jewish. Send me an email if you can't accept this.
Boy, having to watch the Yankees loose the ALCS so badly was crushing. For some reason is giving me a bad feeling about the election. Sorry Yankees, it was my fault. It hasn't exactly been my year. And since at this point I pretty much subscribe to solipism, my luck is the only one that counts. I alone dictate the course of the universe through my subconscious. Any day now Salma Hayek will walk through my door wearing her outfit in From Dusk 'til Dawn. Just wait and see.
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