Lady Gaga,Ben Leon , Jon Stewart, Maria Leon,

plan on murdering me through third, fourth, fifth, sixth (etc) parties while they're high and I'm not.

Postille: Make a mark! No one but me has the keys to my apartment. Not even my mother. Feel free to drive or walk by, aim and shoot at anyone trespassing by my house. I'll witness for you in court.

Today's specials: Lady Gaga plans on poisoning all my food for the love of her tiny prosthetic dick she installed on her crotch for Jon Stewart. And the latter married, again, for all these stalkers, Maria Leon, who stalked me, on a search and destroy mission, with Carol Anastasia (Rockefeller, Reinhardt) , "Ayn Rand" or Christine Quinn, who I dragged slumming in places like Downtown Beirut, and disappeared after being my ride to the East Village from Bayside, while she was choosing male flesh, leaving me with her leftovers, which I never took an interest in since her picks all resembled Long Island libertarian gun toters with floppy t-shirt sleeves, without telling me she was marrying Florida. Oh, the 111 protected her small but growing pill popping dealership, which I never had any evidence of but in her word, which left me completely unmoved, and uninterested, I mean, what? Shut up.

So, in summa: while people like Marilla Palmer cannot read and still bother calling me a small bit whore wherever she can,  and think Nazis like her are invincible, and we despised as Southern Italian "niggers" because they're convinced they have the inside scoop even on prejudice, it took us four days to rid Napoli of nazis. Even kids were involved, throwing things at retreating tanks.

So, for the real Italy to you dumb ass fucks: FUCK YOU.