Mes Amis
Did someone mention that the Sopranos was coming back sometime soon? (Okay, channel fuckin' four, you'd better get it soon and you'd better show it a damn decent time!) Oh joyous fucking day, my friends! And did this person, in celebration link to a mafia name generator. Now there's a distraction I can't refuse, my friend.
My Mafia name, so they tell me, is Chicken Fried Leo.
I like Chicken. And I like it fried. So I guess that works pretty damn well.
I will get back to in depth posts soon, my impatient legions of fans... um... fan... um folks who accidentally wander past this place in search of things that are far more exciting. But I'm buried in manuscripts right now.
Au revoir
Russel
9 comments:
From now on, that's how you gotta refer to yourself. Even in those papers you write:
Lincoln's Policies on Slavery and their Social Impact by Dr O.F. Bitchtits.
I'd read it.
I can hear it now:
"excuse me Mr Bitchtits?"
"thats DR Bitchtits to you"
oh yeah and its "Epileptic Bambi Rizzo" to all of you now
Just shut the fuck up.
Sincerely,
Bald Sandra Santoro
Oh brilliant. Everyone else gets great names like Bitchtits and Rizzo. What do I get????
Butt Ugly Francesca (aka Donna)
Bald Sandra
Play nice, now. Or I'll send my capos, Bitchtits and Bambi round to have a word with you.
And Donna
It is, of course, an ironic name. And anyone who says it ain't gets a visit from my capos (and nobody wants a visit from Bitctits: he's a mean motherfucker with the cold, dead eyes of a killer).
If you can see him when he's growling, then you'd really be scared... I'm quaking in my boots just thinking about it.
Say it again Russel, I dare you
I have a lot of time to plan for surprises at Harrogate...
Yea, well Blind Louie Bruno here is gonna get assisted learning on your ass. Or I will if I can find it. Being blind and all.
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