The complex life of a second generation Italian under his first generation parents and elder sisters, with college, boys, and other things to wrap my head around. Things posted here either make my dick hard or I'm amused greatly by them.

Bold

Italics

  Dec 05, 2011
Aw, man, I remember my old quartz bowl I made. It was tiny, and my sister nabbed it, the fucking bitch. I need a tiny bong.

Aw, man, I remember my old quartz bowl I made. It was tiny, and my sister nabbed it, the fucking bitch.

I need a tiny bong.