Sgrena: “What is this—a stupid panino? Take it back. I ordered the veal scaloppine!”
waitress: “No, you ordered the prusciutto sandwich, ma’am. We don’t even serve veal scaloppine here –”
Sgrena: “Do you dare call Giuliana Sgrena a liar? I am a champion of the people—scourge of the western hegemon! I have faced American fire and survived to curse their name! Now go find me some fucking veal, or so help me I’ll have your job. Is that clear? Giuliana Sgrena knows people.”
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update: new pic of the fired-upon Car of the People.
Are Giuliana and Terayza Heinz
Kerryclose friends, or did they just attend the same charm school ?I see they both have that winning way with the little people.
Well, they’re both liars charmed by elaborate conspiracy tales. Beyond that….
But what about the prusciutto sandwich? What did it have to say about the experience?
Prusciutto sandwich: “Wait until she finds out they put ricotta cheese on me instead of mozzarella. This witch is gonna go ballistic!”
Beyond that…we don’t know if Sgrena has a vain gigolo husband with a long face and a propensity for self-aggradizement.
Oh, and a deep, deep tan.
Yes but does her significant other have one of these ?
http://theyoungshome.com/warren/images/kerry1.jpg
Apparently, those suits are all the rage.
“Beyond that…we don’t know if Sgrena has a vain gigolo husband with a long face and a propensity for self-aggradizement.”
Well, if she does, I’m betting his/its name is Sophia. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Junior Year Abroad I was in Italy. Standing in some train depot I looked around and noted to my traveling companion:
“I’ve never seen so many Italians in all my life.”
“Ana, you idiot.”
“No. I mean, LOOK. They’re all Italians.”
“I was wrong. You’re a moron.”
A colleague of mine, who is a Mormon from Sweden and went to Brigham Young, said the trouble with Utah is that it’s all full of Mormons.
I should have called her a Moroni.
That was an Angel joke, wasn’t it? Snort.
Let us not take a moment to comtemplate the interconnectedness of all things. Ommmmmmmmmm.
Damn, that was supposed to be let us now take a moment. Alien keyboard.
I’m hungry for cake today, for some reason.
Not pie?
Must not be a journalist.