Italian Honeymoon
It's OK. I'm Italian
After returning from his honeymoon in Florida with his new bride, Virginia, Luigi stopped by his old barbershop in
Jersey to say hello
to this friends.
Giovanni said, "Hey Luigi, how wasa da treep?"
Luigi said, "Everyting wasa perfecto excepta for da train ride down."
"Whaddyou mean, Luigi?" asked Giovanni.
"Well, we boarda da train at Grana Central Station. My beautiful Virginia,
she pack a biga basketa food.
She bringa da vino, some nicea cigars for me, and we werea lookina
forward to da trip, and open upa da luncha basaket .
The conductore come aby, waga his finger at us anda say, 'no eat in disa car.
Musta use a dining car.'
So, me and my beautiful Virginia, we go to da dining car, eat a biga lunch
and starta at open da bottle of a nice a vino!
Conductore walka by again, waga his finger and say,
'No drinka in disa car! Musta use a cluba car.'
So, we go to cluba car. While a drinkina da vino, I starta to lighta my biga cigar.
The conductore, he waga is finger again and say:
'No a smokina in disa car. Musta go to a smokina car ..'
"We go to a smokina car and I smoke a my biga cigar.
Then my beautiful Virginia, and I, we go to a sleeper car anda go to bed.
We just about to go badaboom badaboom and the conductore,
he walka through da hallway shouting at a topa his a voice..
'Nofolka Virginia !
‘Nofolka Virginia !
"Nexta time, I'ma just gonna taka da bus."