An Old Italian Mafia Don is dying. He calls his
grandson to his bedside. "Grandson, I wanna you
listen to me. I wanna you to take 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 listen me. Some day you gonna be run da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lots of
money, a big home and maybe a couple of bambinos.
"Some day you gonna come home and maybe find you wife in a bed with another man. "What you gonna do then... point to your watch and say, Times Up?"
grandson to his bedside. "Grandson, I wanna you
listen to me. I wanna you to take 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 listen me. Some day you gonna be run da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lots of
money, a big home and maybe a couple of bambinos.
"Some day you gonna come home and maybe find you wife in a bed with another man. "What you gonna do then... point to your watch and say, Times Up?"
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