Recently, at Uncle D's domicile was held an all-female mini-conference entitled,"Estrogen: The Power of Inappropriate Hand Signals".
Yeah,I know it sounds wacky, but you'se don't know the half of it! I mean, I'm still shakin' my head 'bout it.
Attending this event were, from the great state of "Losertana", my sister-in-law L.Pooh with her daughters Fern and Schmooglie "The Little Sh--!" Pearson and from the great state of "Oneesee, Twoessee, Threeessee...Tennessee" was Nurse "Ima Retarded Mountain Woman" Cratchet. And finally, from the state of "None of Us Got Any Sleep that Week" were my trophy wife, Betty and Bug, my daughter. Yeah,you guessed it: all women..
As if that wasn't enough my mother and my sister (whom I might add are about three
fries short of a happy meal) stopped by to make it all the more interesting, if you get my meaning. I mean, really, it was like the female version of "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest"! And who ever said girls don't act like boys when they all get together?
Ah Marone! Assembled at this mini-conference were the choicest bunch of gigglers Uncle Donnie has ever heard... I think you'se should all say a few prayers
for their husbands, capisci?
Sure, there was no shower towel snappin' or locker room antics, but the hand- signaling workshop was in a class all it's own...!!
Girls ,you'se really outdid yourselves this time. It was a great time and Uncle Donnie can't wait for the next conference...Oh yeah, don't worry about the two cases of chianti you drank that week, it's on me!
Ciao,
Donnie
P.S. A few more Mobster movies for you to watch:
Analyze This
Analyze That
Donnie Brasco
The Departed (this is the one with Leonardo di CRAP-io)
Miller's Crossing
Badabing!
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