I used to hang out with an Italian when I was kid. He'd eat mushrooms then act like he was ten feet tall. One day he kicked a turtle. Everyone knew it was bad idea. The shell hit a pipe and came rushing back towards him. Knocked him right on his ass. ... or wait. No. That was Super Mario Brothers. So what made you move to Cambodia?
I used to hang out with an Italian when I was kid. He'd eat mushrooms then act like he was ten feet tall. One day he kicked a turtle. Everyone knew it was bad idea. The shell hit a pipe and came rushing back towards him. Knocked him right on his ass. ... or wait. No. That was Super Mario Brothers. So what made you move to Cambodia?