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| 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, "Everathing wasa perfect, cept for da traina ride down." "What'a you mean, Luigi?" asked Giovanni. "Well, we boarda da train at Grand Centrala Station. My beautifula Virginia had packed a biga basket a food with vino and cigars for a me, and a we were lookina forward to da trip. All was OK until we gotta hungry and opened up a da luncha basket. The conductor came by, wagged hisa finger at us and a say, 'No eat in disa car. Musta usea dining car'." "So, mea and my beautifula Virginia, we go to dining car, eata biga lunch, and begin to opena bottle of vino. Da conductor come again, wag hisa finger and say, 'No drinka in disa car. Musta usea da club car'." "So we go toa da club car. Whilea drinking vino, I starta to lighta my biga cigar. The conductor, he waga his finger again and say, 'No smokin ina disa car. You musta go to da smoker car'." "We go toa da smoker car and I smokea my cigar. Later, my beautiful Virginia and I, we go to da sleeper car anda go to bed. We just about to havea sex and the conductor comes through da car yelling, 'NO-FOLK'A, VIRGINIA'!" "Nexta time, I'm gonna driva down!" |
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