Hi! My name is Randi (I'm the big handsome brown one) and this slaphappy little mut here on my right is my long lost cousin, Carlito. Carlito is an Eyetalian dog, born in the mountains of Southern Italy, then shipped, via tuna freighter, to the golden shores of America, namely San Francisco, California, where he eventually found work in the Marina District, sniffing lightpoles. Hey, it paid the bills. Sometime in the early fifties, '53 I think it was, Carlito disappeared off the face of the earth. No one seems to know where he went or what he was up to, all we know is that one Sunday he shows up at Mass wearing a green fedora and sporting a ferocious limp. He had been gone forty years. He tells us that he had some important business back east....just lost track of time....got married, sired eleven pups....just sorta moved on. "Well, gosh, Carlito," I says to him right there on the steps of the church, "What... are you doin' here?" "Randi...Randi...Randi," he says, "Can't a fellah come home to the finest city in the land? I mean...lookit these lightpoles...check out that park...and I gotta tell ya, Randi," he says, "the focaccia in this town can't be beat." "That's it?," I asked him, "You come all the way back here after forty years for the lightpoles and some focaccia?" He says, "Well, that...and the fact you still owe me twenty bucks."
....to be continued...
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Well, that's Carlito's way. I want to know if Randi is "randy" if you know aht I mean...
wonderfully entertaining stuff in your head. thanks for putting it to internet.
What part of your head does this stuff come out of, is it like a runny nose or something? Is it like ear wax, just dropping out whenever? Or is it more steady like nightime drool?
If you must know, Mic, I form the letters out of my belly-button lint that accumulates on the underside of my nightshirt.....
That explains it all right!
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