Fast Times

The weekend of the fetid fridge and the intrepid maude

*slight premise that something died behind the fridge and liquified to a dark oozing possibly moving blob of gunk that i attacked, mid-attack of the muchies, consuming vast amounts of chocolate while the others ran off from the stench of carcass, jogging all the way to santa caterina
* the Italy-U.S. match was projected on our fine stain-rich wall. two italians. two americans. and a swinger.
* maude inaugurated my new carpet by taking a nice dump on it,.
* lots of pop psychology and the loss of the little green hoody at the puddles of saturnia (ahem...erm....cue mourning and fast promise to replace aformentioned Donnie D-like fashion statement). now for the pictures...


maude sought the shade where she could. behind ganz's ample bosom, between my legs etc.














ganz busted mid-commando


















animated drawing session followed by a tender photo of ganz looking longingly at michele and my looking longingly well...at me...who else?


























finally, la ballata del artigiano fallito: glauco. where he goes. trouble ensues. he fell on his ass shortly after slouching on the hammock. how he managed to get OFF the roof with no broken limbs or serious concussion has restored many a faith in god amongst the lapsed catholics in our midst.