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Edited on Fri Oct-26-07 04:02 PM by Javaman
sat down one day and said, "look, you mooks, shad up and listen, we's here gots a problem, some body, I won't say who, is giving me grief, ands you know I don't like grief, I needs you to take him out, pronto, capire?"
one of the other wise guys said, "you know, boss, wouldn't it just be easier to just let bygones be bygones? life is short, eat more pasta, love your wife, drink the wine of life", he smiled broadly.
The other wise guys, with fear in his eyes, slowly backed away. Clearly motioning that he wasn't with him.
The boss pondered the others statement. "like turn the other cheek?"
"yeah yeah, turn the other cheek."
the boss walked over to a pollution stained window, gazing out across the many roof tops. Laundry hanging in the breeze, families sitting together, a few old men playing bocci.
The smell of fresh gravy soothed his nostrils.
"I think you might have something there", the boss slowly exhaled. "I'm tired".
Finally, the other wise guy spoke up, "I have an idea", the other two turned to him.
"Wat is it?", the boss grunted.
"we start our own nation!", he smiled.
"waaa?" said the wise guy. "nation?", stated the boss.
"yeah, yeah, one based on lunacy, snarky humor, bad puns and basic no holds barred stupidity!", he beamed.
Rubbing his hard hand across is stubbled chin, "you might have something there, I'm in!" chimed the boss.
And so it began the lounge nation.
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