Tony Baloni
New Member
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2002
Well I'ze knows it's been awhile since i've been around, but a big ting has happened in ole Ton'ys life. Well a big ting besides da lucrative defense contract scams i've been skimmin' off da top of.
Well ta be blunt...I tink i'm in love. It happened tree munts ago. I was sittin at a light in my GN, drinkin' a manhattaan and mindin my own beez wax when all of a sudden dis cah from behind smacks inta me. Well I get out, ready ta lay down some rubbah when bango! I seez dis lady who's in da cah dat hit me. I almost blew a boost valve! It wuz love at foyst gear. My heart stahted poundin' like a bad liftah and I felt lightheaded, like I had spent a weekend sniffin' xylene.
Well soze we stahted datin'. Lemme tell youse vacuum hoses, she's everytin' you'd evah want in a broad. She's da kinda goyl dat will have a martini waitin for ya when youse come home from a long day of pistol whippin clients who are late wit dare vig payment. She's da kinda dame dat doesn't mind if your out late wit da fellahs, savagely torturing a teamster union rep who's hangin on a friggin' meat hook in a deserted rendering plant. And as far as her looks, well lemme just say egr ears, she comes wit full GNX gauges on her dash. If youse knows what I mean.
Now da bad news. She hates my cah. She says my GN an you puck-holes are a bad influence on me. To make a long story short, she's givin me a choice. It's eeder her or da toybo Buick. What can I dooze? No spoolin' guys. I'm in friggin love. Let youse guys chime in wit a vote.
A. True love or
B. Toybo Buick
I've got a month so da final decision rests wit youse!
Well ta be blunt...I tink i'm in love. It happened tree munts ago. I was sittin at a light in my GN, drinkin' a manhattaan and mindin my own beez wax when all of a sudden dis cah from behind smacks inta me. Well I get out, ready ta lay down some rubbah when bango! I seez dis lady who's in da cah dat hit me. I almost blew a boost valve! It wuz love at foyst gear. My heart stahted poundin' like a bad liftah and I felt lightheaded, like I had spent a weekend sniffin' xylene.
Well soze we stahted datin'. Lemme tell youse vacuum hoses, she's everytin' you'd evah want in a broad. She's da kinda goyl dat will have a martini waitin for ya when youse come home from a long day of pistol whippin clients who are late wit dare vig payment. She's da kinda dame dat doesn't mind if your out late wit da fellahs, savagely torturing a teamster union rep who's hangin on a friggin' meat hook in a deserted rendering plant. And as far as her looks, well lemme just say egr ears, she comes wit full GNX gauges on her dash. If youse knows what I mean.
Now da bad news. She hates my cah. She says my GN an you puck-holes are a bad influence on me. To make a long story short, she's givin me a choice. It's eeder her or da toybo Buick. What can I dooze? No spoolin' guys. I'm in friggin love. Let youse guys chime in wit a vote.
A. True love or
B. Toybo Buick
I've got a month so da final decision rests wit youse!