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 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.
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!’
