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Only Italians do it right!
This is for my Italian friends, you know who you are
Being a part of la famiglia, I figure I can forward this without getting taken to the mattresses on "Monday, Tuesday, Thursday," or Wednesday. T H E I T A L I A N E L B O W An Italian grandmother is giving directions to her grown grandson who is coming to visit with his wife. "You comma to de front door of the apartmenta. I am inna apartmenta 301. There issa bigga panel at the front door. Witha you elbow , pusha button 301. I will buzza you in. Come inside, the elevator is ona the right. Get in, and witha you elbow , pusha 3. When you get out, I'mma ona the left. Witha you elbow , hitta my doorbell." "Grandma, that sounds easy, but, why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow? ........ "What . . . .. .. You coming empty handed?" Wise Italian Grandfather Why Italian Fathers and Grandfathers pass their handguns down through the family. An old Italian man is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside, Guido, I wan' you lissina me. I wan' you 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 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 couplea bambinos." "Somma day you gonna come-a home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. "Whatta you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and say, 'times up'?"
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Funny jokes aboutA 'MERICAN people.
...Italy changeDA little... |
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italians are funny "what a mistaka to maka " )))
see: ‪Captain Alberto Bertorelli from Allo' Allo' !‬‏ - YouTube |
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Many years ago my aunt Clara was having some unwanted attention from a colleague. My uncle solved the matter in a few words: “ I shall shot you in the head - he said to the rival- to not have you limping”.
My uncle was very far from be Italian: he was a blue-eyed-german-speaking Swiss citizen. Since he had his ordinance weapon at home (like every Swiss reservist), his menace was taken in a VERY serious account. Maybe not just Italians do it right. |
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