Mafia

An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he calls his grandson to his bed; “Lissin-a me. I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me.”

“But grandpappa, I really don’t lika guns. Howzabout you leava me your Rolex watch instead?”

“Shuddup an lissin. Somma day you gonna runna da business. You maybe gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe even a couple a bambinos.”

“Somma day you gonna comma home and maybe find you wife inna bed with another man. Whadda you gonna do then . . . pointa to you watch and say ‘Timesa up?'”

Author: Adrian Bacon

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