We used to go nuts when Ma cut her home made bread. Big knife move towards her as she cut the bread.

No place to put the home made ravioli so she laid them out on the bed. Put a cover over them.

New Year's Eve at home as kids. Our noise makers were hitting pots with spoons.

We had it in for a tenant in the building. Put horse shit in a paper back. Then light a cheery bomb put on the back out side his door then knock on his door and run.


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