Hey Sods

Salve Sfigati

Got back from my holiday a few days ago: went as usual, eating like a pig (ho mangiato come un gognino) and drinking quite a lot. I chatted up a bargirl (ho attaccato bottone ad una barista) in a shitty disco-pub where the best music was '90s chart dance (un disco-pub di merda dove la musica migliore era dance commerciale degli anni 90), and then a twat at the bar started bothering me. It's the kind of situation where you can either stare down upon him as the twat he is, or hit him at the solar plexus and then between his shoulder blades when he bends forward. But I chose to let it go, I'm a rather peaceful type. (Un deficiente al bancone ha iniziato a rompermi le palle: le opzioni erano compatirlo, oppure dargli una manica di botte. Siccome sono uno abbastanza pacifico, ho deciso di compatirlo).

The upcoming project here on FANCULO is the Porn Dictionary (Pornodizionario) and I know you don't wanna miss it, filthy perverts! (e so che non lo volete perdere, luridi pervertiti!)