True story:
I once came across a blind man by the name or Marco Stratelliondoagiose on the streets of New York. He was weak and had seen better days, but nonetheless, was quick with a light of my smoke. When asked how he knew I was a smoker, he quickly retorted with, "Moratti, that cheap prick, he is a worthless cafone."
I once came across a blind man by the name or Marco Stratelliondoagiose on the streets of New York. He was weak and had seen better days, but nonetheless, was quick with a light of my smoke. When asked how he knew I was a smoker, he quickly retorted with, "Moratti, that cheap prick, he is a worthless cafone."
