An Old Italian Man Is Dying

An old Italian man in Brooklyn is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside. “Guido, I wan’

you lissina me. I want you to take-a my chrome plated 38 revolvers so you will always remember

me.” “But grandpa, I really don’t like guns. How about you le**e 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. Then one-a day you gonna

comea home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. Whatda you gonna do then? Pointa to

you watch and say, ‘Times up!’