SHE HATES CHILDREN

She threw knives in restaurant windows and laughed hysterically at the crowd on the other side. We're surrounded by boxing and ferraris. Grand Prix is french for Grand Prize -- wouldn't it suck if it were called Grand Prize? It's the like the Eat-More® of candy bars. In the closed off festival streets of Piccola Italia, a horrid rendition of "What a feeling, NA NA NA NA" (as if the original wasn't bad enough) was sung by what appeared to be some kind of woman (not the one pictured above, mind you) which made us leave the area for a while. She was like the Peter Pan® of peanut butters. The bell tolls for thee and my crotch could be seen by all.