I was on my way to dinner with friends in the centre of
when I bumped
into this gruesome sight. Florence
A long queue of cabs carrying prominent personalities of the city. A black carpet that leads to the grand entrance of a brightly lit boutique, trampled upon by the fashionistas who just got out from Pitti Uomo fashion shows. The glitter and glamour of the socialites. And the fucking filthy rich bankers and politicians, and the goddamn mayor of the city.
It was opening night of Prada.
P*******A WITH FEELINGS.
Unang P*******A WITH FEELINGS- kasi bilang isang ganap na social-climbing-gate-crasher, I didn’t know that there was an event like this. Where were my partners in crime? How could we possibly miss the chance of wearing suit and shoes and gorge upon free food and booze?! Paano nangyari ito?! I looked around hoping that I might see some assistant-of-some-famous-bozo-or-a-powerful-dickhead friend of mine, baka sakali mahigit niya ako beyond the black ropes. No one around. I couldn’t barge into the entrance. I wasn’t even wearing my costume- an outfit with fake brands, hahaha! I resolved not to gate-crash here anymore. Besides, it’s a fashion event. “IT’S A F***
ING FASHION EVENT
T.G. YOU SIMPLY DON’T BELONG!” said my brain inside.
Pangalawang P*******A WITH FEELINGS- 2014 na at hindi pa rin makabawi ang economy ng
. 2015 will be
slower. Naipako na lahat ang mga pangako ng Letta Government, hanggang ngayon
hindi pa rin ipinapako ang prime minister. Why? A big f***ing why?! And why is
Prada opening a store and swarmed by these filthy rich bitches and bastards,
flamboyantly showing to the world how financially stable they are as their
subordinates and slaves look on. Italy
I was seething with anger. I got hold of one of the guns of the guards there and started shooting mercilessly all the guests of the store. I went up to the corner of the store where the manager was standing and poked out his eyes in front of Wanda Ferragamo. She screamed and suddenly fainted. Next was the mayor Matteo Renzi. I too a stiletto and drove the long heel of the shoe to his skull and smashed his head several times until the brain was sticking it. I was disgusted with it because it was a rotten one.
Of course, I was imagining things while I stared at Wanda Ferragamo and the mayor exchange pleasantries. I successfully murdered the whole gang of filthy rich f***ers in my mind. I was really hungry.
I walked away and went straight to the restaurant. I stuffed myself with food. The rich became more fabulous, we worked harder than usual and taxed by the government more than necessary, and the poor became poorer. And I was full. And everything was fine in
‘T***INA THIS TALAGA!