What in the heck?

The signs on Aggro on my weblog internet newspaper and describes a story on Mister Mario to be in a vast world universe epic world-wide problem? I do not like this kind of thing. Mister Mario has a project! A project to shit on the legion. You hold well foreign legion. You are at soon ready for a time of storm of the fuck.

I have escaped!

Escaped! The beautiful legion! This is me, your boss, your lover, mister of Mario. I escaped the man mystery of X mystery! He is bad, more mean than me, more of poorly than you, a true devil, between the human beings and the animals. My Sweet Candy flavored Donald used the device of supervision that I established in my lower thigh muscle to find me! Mister Mario was weak, incapable to budge or to speak, Donald took me on its hairy back saddle to a coffee shop of Internet, where I can attain my newspaper web of the journalism, then I can post this claim. Mister Mystery X must be taken towards the bottom. I want to muster to put a meeting of the legion of peace, maybe this time, we avoid cruises by boat! We will meet the airplane shed in one week's time. Please to reply if you are available. Please do not present you to murder me. Mario does not like this kind of thing, I want peace. Donald to suckle me again to the health with vodka and the pasta and the meat sauce. I will correspond with you under little time.

Exemplary and tremendously your boss and lover of the foreign legion,

Mario of mister Rigatoni.

I have a project

Good, listen me, unstable legion. I am your boss! Why would you want to write on me fantasy types typewriter internet catalog brainstorming creative magazine newspaper about killing me? I can read you rejects! I began this legion and this diary! Donald, my sweetened flavored candy Donald, you do not remember the time that I taught you sign how to communicate? We used to frighten the members entry precocious of the legion while attaching a record can around your neck with my game voice, and they believed that you were a miniature horse of conversation! And then a day I awakened with a due headache to a lot too much wine and of pellets of meats of beef and of heroin, and I hear it "Hello the father." It is of your mouth! I you sign and you lack me respect while saying to the foreign group on my chronic web that I to poison you? I have a project.

Entrusted Rigatoni. Only since the birth to the death. By the disease and by health. To the death to be done me.

The only one, and unique Rigatoni.