Dana Marzovilla (Yeah, another wop)
That's Mister Guido to you, insolent fool. I don't know where that came from, but it's all part of the dope show, I mean, Dana Marzovilla. Yet another classmate and friend since, well, longer than I can remember, which doesn't say much. Dana's a good guy. He goes to church now and then (called "Sundays"), plays guitar really well, and, as far as I know, is still a Boy Scout. And yet he is cool. It must be all of that body hair. This guy will not wear v-necks. I commend him. The main reason Dana M. needs a woman (besides the fact that he's a guy) is that it just ain't gonna happen with the church-goin' chicks. None that he knows, anyway, since they're Catholic. If there is one song that describes Dana, it is definitely not The Beatles' "Yellow Submarine". What song does, I do not know, but I narrowed it down for you.
Give Dana M. a buzz if you're a god-chick, a music-chick, or a hairy chick. Let she who is without sexual gratification make the first move. You won't regret it. If you drink a lot. |
