An old Italian man is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside.
"Guido, I wann'a you lissin'a me. I wann'a you to take'a my chrome plated .38 revolver so you will always remember me."
"But grandpa, I really don't like guns. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?"
"You lissin'a me, boy. Somma day you gonna be runn'a da business. You gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big'a home and maybe a couple'a bambinos. Somma day you gonna come'a home and maybe find'a you wife inn'a bed with another man. What'a you gonna do then? Point'a to you watch and say, "Time'sa up?"
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