the don

the don

An Old Italian Mafia Don is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside.

“Grandson, I wanna you lissina to me. I wanna for you to taka 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. Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big home and maybe a couple of bambinos.

“Somma day you gonna coma home and maybe finda your wife inna bed with another man.

“Whatta you gonna do then… pointa to your watch and say, Times Up?”

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