An Italian Honeymoon
After returning from his honeymoon in Florida with his new
bride, Virginia, Luigi stopped in his New York neighborhood
barbershop to say hello to his friends.
Giovanni said, "Hey, Luigi, How was a da treep?"
Luigi said, "Everything was a perfect except for da train
a ride down."
What'a you mean, Luigi?" asked Giovanni. "Well, we
boarda da train at Grand Centrala Station. My beautiful Virginia
had packed a biga basket a food with vino and cigars for a me,
and a we were looking a forward to da trip. All was OK until
we gotta hungry and opened up a da luncha basket. The conductor
came by, wagged his a finger at us and a say, "no eat in
dese'a car. Musta use a dining car." So, me and my beautiful'a
Virginia, we go to dining car, eat a biga lunch and begin to
open a bottle of vino.
Conductor walk by me again, wag his a finger and say, "No
drink'a in dese'a car. Must'a use'a club'a car, so we go to
club'a car. While'a drinking vino, I start to light'a my big'a
cigar. The conductor, he wag'a his finger again and say, "No
smoke'a in dese'a car. Must'a go to smoker car." We go
to smoker car and I smoke'a my cigar.
Later, my beautiful Virginia and I, we go to sleeper car and'a
go to bed. We just about to have'a sex and the conductor, he
walk'a through car corridor shouting at top of his voice, "NO'FOLK'A,
VIRGINIIA! NO'FOLK'A VIRGINIA!"
Next'a time, Imadriva down.
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