I'm not even gonna waste my brain cells to come up with a title for this post.

My dad has a cousin named Cono Fusco. He has been bothering me to put him on my blog, and just because I really don’t feel like listening to him begging any longer, I’m going to give in. Sigh.
He wrote this down on the hotel notepad while we were sitting at the wedding reception. My first reaction was, “Who’s Marthorn?” He said, “I wasn’t gonna put my name on it.” WEIRDO.



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