An old Italian man is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside. "Guido, I wan you lissina me.
I wan you-a to take-a-homa my chrome plated .38 revolver so you will always remember me-a."
"But grandpa, I really don't like guns. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?"
"You lissina me, boy. Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home and maybe a couple of bambinos. Somma day you gonna come-a home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man.
"Whatt you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and say, 'Time's Up'?"
*Thanks, Gary
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