Italians are the only reason why I can't trust the world moving on. They made my life so miserable and pathetic that even I sometimes question myself on life, yet I saw a therapist about my Italian problem he shrug me off calling me a racist, and told me to leave, after that some Italian guy name Mario and his little brother Luigi jumped me and took all of my personal stuff and after that, they have beaten the shit outta me how a peer joy. They dump me off at a castle where a bunch of f**king walking p**is with mushrooms hats. they were a bunch of sex offenders they grab a whole of me and started to put their tongs in my mouth, I couldn't breathe at all, they have me doing this for them for about 2 hours straight. when there going to do it a second time (think god) that the FBI came and help, there were the best of the best, they rescued me from those rapists. and they also found mangled corpses of their past victims in the basement. I was thinking to myself, was I going to be one of them? well, think god the nightmare is over. I will never trust an Italian again.
