Back in the year 1940 in Baltimore, a very pleasant, laid back Irishman made love to a not so pleasant or laid back Sicilian. The Sicilian, whose brothers had "connections," ended up getting pregnant. Due to getting pregnant outside of marriage being a mortal sin that will forever leave ones soul floating about the river Styx (not to mention being a major "fuck-up," haha) the poor Irishman was forced to marry, or else suffer the consequences. The offspring ended up being a stern, but hysterical man, whose German spouse later gave birth to this writer, Stacey Anonymous Moral of this story: the Mafia brings families together.
Needless to say, this author of some of the most ridiculous shit you will ever see, never lived what one would call a 'sane' existence. Some of her pastimes and hobbies include playing with large rodents at the Ottobar, sharp objects, being a trained assassin (ninjutsu), enjoying a game of curling, and juggling hens. Her biggest pastime, however, is seeing how many times she can get her husband to say, "What the fuck?!" in a given day.
May I also add that this goofball has a domestic cat/bobcat mix as a pet? What the hell...
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