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About Bari

But yo, it ain’t all sunshine. Some dudes on there, lyin bout their height—5’6” my ass, more like 5’2”! Pissed me off, man, fake it til ya make it, sure, but don’t catfish me! And the ghostin? Brutal. You’re chattin, feelin it, then—poof—they’re gone. “Knockout Ned” style, revenge in my head, but nah, I let it slide. Still, when it works? Fuckin electric. Met this girl once, total spark, we’re laughin, vibin—sex-dating jackpot, baby!

Vega Thompson Fucking with her Sex Machine

Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s got a baby in one arm and a shopping list in the other. She’s yelling about how she needs “pasta, tomatoes, and the best olive oil.” I’m like, “Lady, you’re in the wrong place for gourmet.” But I help her anyway. I mean, it’s Tropea, we got the best stuff! I grab the olive oil from the shelf, and it’s like liquid gold. She’s all happy, and I’m thinking, “Great, one happy customer.”

ROBERT TROPEA Obituary (2013) - Woburn, MA - Boston Globe