Dear Readers,
Let me peep a scenario to all of you. You are in a foreign land, potentially betraying your American roots by using money without Alexander Hamilton's gangsta rapping face on it to purchase an ice cream like substance that is not called "ice cream" for no discernible reason, just walking around the town square in order to get a feel for the culture of a place that Benito Mussolini ensured will never have your complete respect. You are downing pizza. You are chugging 40 ounce bottles of Peroni like you are a homeless alcoholic who somehow developed taste for Italy’s finest, and only, beer. You are trying your damndest to just fit in and not stick out like the sore thumb you are as your wipe your boogers on the side of a church built in 1237.
Let me peep a scenario to all of you. You are in a foreign land, potentially betraying your American roots by using money without Alexander Hamilton's gangsta rapping face on it to purchase an ice cream like substance that is not called "ice cream" for no discernible reason, just walking around the town square in order to get a feel for the culture of a place that Benito Mussolini ensured will never have your complete respect. You are downing pizza. You are chugging 40 ounce bottles of Peroni like you are a homeless alcoholic who somehow developed taste for Italy’s finest, and only, beer. You are trying your damndest to just fit in and not stick out like the sore thumb you are as your wipe your boogers on the side of a church built in 1237.
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