

It looks as though the proprietor just figured out why there’s no one visiting the stall.
Once again, consider this a reminder that when the stakes are high, get someone else to review your work before you put it out into the world.

Both are cruel, spoiled brats with a large number of children from three different women, the third one being a co-worker:

I hop on the bike about 5 days a week on average, typically in the morning before it gets too hot (or in the summers, before the storms hit).
I typically cover a 10-kilometer (about 6.2 miles) distance. I often get the grocery shopping and other local errands done this way, which cuts the number of times I fill my car’s gas tank to about once a month and reduces my risk of death from heart disease, stroke, or just general First World Flab.

Earlier today, I Googled the proper spelling of the (ahem) colloquial Italian phrase “Che cazzo?”, a phrase that translates as “WTF?” (I’ll explain in a later post.)
I noticed that Google also has a translation for “MF,” but not the one you’re likely to mean unless you’re a sight-reading musician:

Go ahead, try the search out for yourself: