The happiest days of our lives.

Hi,dudez,  probably a  lot of times,
when  ya'd an extremely  bad day, ya
thought that  it was the worst since
ya were  born...Well, I give ya only
a date: 3 JULY 1990.
Officially this  was the day for the
final   test  of   my  school  final
examination (maturita' scientifica!)
I  hoped...I woke up  in the morning
realizing  that my  preparation  was
near  0 (it was  true, believe me!),
opening the  window I faced a really
shitty  rainy day  after some gooood
sunny  days, I realized  also that I
had got a  cold!! And so, after such
a wonderful waking up, I merely went
school...   After  some   hours   of
tremendous,    anxious,     nervous,
stressing  waiting  (with  the  only
positive aspect of some comfortation
from a nice  girl who was waiting to
see my exam, thanx Lea!). Ok, than I
was called:  the exam was quite bad,
but  funny for me...  I talked about
computer   business    instead    of
Geography  &  Italian!  Well,  after
over   ONE  (I  said   1!)  hour  of
torturation  they let  me free!!! At
the moment  I didn't  realized  that
finally  I   was  over   with   that
fuckin'school!  Then,  after  seeing
also   my  friends   exams,  I  went
home...  I was  tremendously tired &
my   grandmother  started  stressing
me...  WHARGH! I passed  the rest of
the   afternoon  answering   to   my
friends  calls 'bout  thy 'xam (that
waz  really good!  thanx  ya  all!!)
...but  the   worst  haz  to  come!!
Evening came. At 20.00 there was thy
match Italy-Argentina,  so we met to
follow the event together... After 2
hours  of  suffering  Argentina  won
(WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!)  at  penalities
(BITCH GENERATED THIEVES!). I was re
aaaally down... I told my friends to
go drink somethin' somewhere. We got
the road back to Udine. We were just
started when  one  of us  (the  most
(and the only) stupid) went too fast
to a curve, damaging his car. We had
to  take the  car off  the road with
our hands  under the  shitty rain  I
said  above. Shit.  We  carried  the
driver home  and finally we went for
an icecream  (It was  better not  to
drink after  that event).  Well  the
icecream was  unbelievably bad,  but
also   very  expensive.  Nice.  Shit
again.  We left that  place at 00.50
thinking that  that forgettable  day
was finally over... I was going home
with  one  of  my  friends  when  an
highly  drunken shitheaded driving a
drunken  car  did not  give  me  the
right  of way. I tried  not to crash
into him,  but the road was slippery
(the above mentioned shitty rain)...
NO.  It  was  not  possible.  I  was
inkazzed  over every  human limit. I
had to repair approximately my car &
compile all  the accident  documents
(till 02.00am...) saying things that
could  make   a  priest   run   away
shocked. When I reached my bed I was
so  furious that  I  couldn't  sleep
till 03.40.What  is the moral of all
thiz?! WELL JUST FUCK OFF!! FUCK THE
EXAM!! FUCK ARGENTINA!! FUCK TUBU'!!
FUCK THIZ  FUCKIN'DRIVER!! FUCK  THE
UNIVERSE!!!What else  can I  say?  I
can only  hope  that you'll  have  a
similar day...  for the happiness of
yar psychiatrist.

Reflex of Zero Defects