The Old Mafia Don
An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he called his grandson to his bed. Grandson I wanta you to listen to me. I wanta you to takea my .45 automatic pistol, so you will always remember me.
But grandpa I really don't like guns, how about you leaving me your Rolex watch instead.
You lisina to me, some day you goin a be runna da bussiness, you goina have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple a bambini, some day you goina come home and maybe finda you wife in be wit another man. Whata you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and say, "TIMES UP"?
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen. ― Samuel Adams
Last edited by CA357; 02-24-2013 at 05:02 PM.