There is something disturbing about the phone calls i get from the Fatones. When i say hello and all i hear is laughing and someone gigglimg and out of breath says check your email NOW! I know it will probably very funny or very unsettling. This time a very bizzare dance performed by an equally bizzare women. I still cannot figure out why she has an old clown on her head like a hat. I can send a link to those that are daring. I am never sure of what i may see in times like this and i take no reponsibility for those that stare in bewilderment and digust.

I was watching an old rerun of the hulk with bill bixby. it was not as fascinating as it was when i was 8. It kinda sucked. maybe grandma narrating it in italian made it better. never can tell.

I was thinking does anyone else remember grandma having hershey bars stashed all over the house when you were little. She could make one appear in a heartbeat. She was Copperfield with those mini hershey bars. Bang it was in her hand. Where did she keep them? I never did find the bag. One of the great mysteries. We need a photo of her on the blog.