![]() A thought crept into her head: " Provengo da un paese differente che sono dentro ora ed ancora penso occasionalmente in lingua della mia nazione precedente," which means something in Italian. A secret that, if revealed, would no longer be a secret.Īs she walked back into her neighbor's nephew's bar mitzvah to retrieve her cigar bag, she paused. A secret that she was totally never ever going to tell anybody in a million billion years, even her Mom or her very best friend in the world or. Chi Chi relished her fame, but she gave it all up to come to America, where she lived a life of quiet, cigar-filled anonymity.Ĭhi Chi loved her life in the States, and loved regaling her new American friends and acquaintances with tales of microwaving damn near everything she felt like. She had been a world-famous local celebrity in her hometown of Genoa, the host of the gourmet cooking show "La Camera Squisita Grande di Come Circa Lascili Mangiano un Certo Molto Buon Alimento Oggi che Caratterizza il Vostro Chi Chi Ospite" ("The Big Delicious House of How About Let's Eat Some Very Good Food Today Featuring Your Host Chi Chi"), a program whose revolutionary approach to microwaving and ludicrously cumbersome title made her an international superstar in Genoa and its surrounding villages. " I've really burned the spaghetti this time."Ĭhi Chi was an Italian, from Italy, and she liked to smoke cigars. After putting out the tampon and realizing she had left her cigars on the coffee table, she sighed again, twice. As the party carried on inside the living room, she sighed and lit a tampon from her purse, believing it to be a cigar. If not, just google "gripping intrigue" and leave me alone.Ĭhi Chi Caraniveggilio stepped out onto the balcony like a butterfly fart. Here’s the eighth chapter, which should more than fill your daily quota of gripping intrigue. For your entertainment and erudition (both of which I care about so much it gives me night terrors), I will be serializing my latest work, THE GRONE PROTOCOL, here in my “blog” (short for “web blog”) every "week" (seems more like bi-monthly now, but whatever). Like most of you, I am a popular writer of highbrow thrillers and suspense novels in my spare time. I'm not going to tell you who I'm voting for, and I'm not going to tell you who I'm not voting for, but I will say this: a vote for Ron Paul is a vote for a man who tried to steal my friend's mom's uterus. Ron Paul tried to steal my friend's mom's uterus. Walt's mother lives to this day, hale and healthy and with every last bit of her uterus. According to Walt, Ron Paul once recommended her a hysterectomy for reasons still at large, a recommendation that was not taken after a different doctor gave a second opinion discrediting and mocking Ron Paul's advice. ![]() ![]() As probably only one or two of you know, Ron Paul was Walt's mother's gynecologist before entering politics. Ron Paul.Īs many of you know, Ron Paul was a gynecologist before entering politics. He thinks the Bush administration is the worst thing to happen to America in decades, possibly ever, and is massively disillusioned with the Democratic party. ![]() Walt hates the war in Iraq with a passion, and is sick enough of the status quo to advocate rioting at least a quarter of the time I talk politics with him. I have a friend named Walt who grew up in East Texas in the 60s and 70s, spending most of his youth in the cities of Freeport and Angleton.
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