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The Mafia Cat |
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The boys and da Boss were sitting, drinking vino bianca. Da Boss had just bought new Eyetalian shooz. Hey man, even better than Gary Player's white and black - with holes in, pair. STUNNING. Ferrari's and Maserati's were parked outside, with one black Ferrari limo, made especially for Da Boss. So, they ordered pasta with prawns, spaghetti with langoustines, and a case of wine. The waiters moved fast, 'cos they KNEW. The stories ranged from killing five people to killing seven people. The brekers abounded. Other people drove around the block rather than drive near. 'cos they HAD HEARD. Food was served, carefully around the double-barrel shotguns. They ate, drank and made Mary. SUDDENLY DA BOSS JUMPED UP AND SHOUTED. WHAT THE.... The cat that had been munching the toes of his shooz scampered away outside. Two hitmen ran out shooting at it. A fusillade of shots. Double-barreled, single-barreled flashes and bullets whining and dining and ricocheting all over the pace. Da Boss looked down at his ruined footwear. He said "Il eish, mierda" and shot his best pal between the eyes. (just 'cos that's the way it is). SUDDENLY one of the hitmen came back inside and in a croaking voice said: (He had five ricochet wounds so he walked slowly.) He help up a bloody red mangled piece of fur with bones sticking out...he said: PARDON ME BOSS, IS DIS DA CAT
DAT CHEWED YOUR NEW SHOOZ ? |