Due to the frequent beatings that old school Catholic grandmothers bestow upon naughty children, they have worked up quite the wrist strength. This strength can come into play in a whole host of different situations, from grinding pine
nuts for pesto to gesticulating out of
windows above the village piazza. Luckily enough for the adolescent Italian prospective heart throb, visiting the grandparent's on a spring time Sunday in
Sienna does not stir the same
deep dread that swells within English children. Namely because they don't get wanked off with anywhere near the same vigor.
(Enter a young man who has just returned from a cinema date with a beauty)
Friend: Hey, how was the
film? Get anymore than a
kiss?
Proud young man with
empty empty balls: Hell yeah I did, got given a mean Italian Grandmother throughout all of Bridesmaids 2...