poor old Stelvio

The children in the playground were giving Stelvio the middle finger, because he was shouting at them, “Hey, kids, betch’oo can’t guess what kind of toys I have for you at my house!” and he cackled. The children responded with a volley of one-finger salutes that would make you blanch, or at least pause for a millisecond, and then maybe you'd adjourn to a pub for a couple of Molsons, and curse to yourself about kids these days having no manners. Well that’s exactly what Stelvio did. Old Stelvio was a bit of good for nothing. I mean, he never had a job or even a fixed up car; instead he drove a Fiat Panda, and if that’s not a shitty car then neither is a Lada Niva...

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