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 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!’

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