> A long time ago there was this little Italian boy in the fields
> with his dad. Looking at his dad's hands, the boy say's
> "papa, you do many many things with your hands,
> tell me about your fingers."
>
> "Well Tony," Papa said, "You see this first finger?
> You usea thisa one to pointata what evea you wanta.
> You see youa thumb? You usea thisa for turna pages
> in a book, and your ringa finger, you will use whena
> you get a married, and your little finga, you use to
> picka you nose. And the middle finga, well, I'lla tella
> you about thata one when you getta married."
>
> Well, Tony was satisfied with that and time past. It
> was now Tony's wedding day. It was a beautiful
> wedding, just before the bride and groom left,
> Tony went to have a talk with Papa. Tony said
> "Papa, many a year I use this finger to point at what
> I want, and I turna many a pages with my thumb,
> I've picked my nose with this little one, now I have a
> beautiful ring on my finger from the love of my life,
> but Papa, what is it I do with this middle finger?"
>
> Papa drew close to Tony and said "Tony tonight
> you will make mad hot love to your woman many
> times and you may become tired, when that happens
> and your woman turns to you again wanting to makea
> the love againa, that's when you takea your middle
> finga and you poka on her head and say, 'Go back to
> sleep you silly woman. |
