Think it's easy being Ol' Dino. Let me tell you about my past few days (wether you want to hear it or not)
First I went to the P.N.E. (for those of you unimformed, our yearly fair). Whoever had the idea to have a mini golf course near a main road is on crack. I start hitting the balls and a few go over the fence, right onto the road
I have no idea if any hit cars, but since I heard no glass shatter I assume it didn't. Then I hit another ball that bounced off the fence and zinged right past my ear. Not only that but I finished the game something like 35 over par
Then I try the strongman game, where you hit the hammer to see if you can ring the bell (I forget what it's call now) and the fucking hammer breaks on me. The dude running the game had such a heavy accent I thought he was saying "You buy me a hamburger now" Why the fuck would I do that? What he was saying was "You buy me a hammer" I wasn't going to buy him either since it was'nt my fault the hammer was a cheap piece of shit. So he calls security and I winged it out of there as fast as I could
But that park really seemed to hate me as I got stuck in the house of mirrors for almost an hour.
I swear I hadn't been drinking yet it seemed like my whole night was a drunk's nightmare
Last night was cool though as I pissed off some Nucks fan's by yelling "Go Flames Go!" in a sports bar. The dirty looks I got from all the drunks was either bitterness from the playoffs or the fact most of them must have thought I was on crack since there was no hockey game anywhere in sight. I was also going to yell out "Bert belongs in jail" but I don't think I would've made it out there alive. My friends look liked they wanted to slap me as it was.
I have no idea why I'm telling any of you this, boredom does that I guess
Ronaldo
You're running out of material 
about Tuzzi? 
