Uncle Donnie's Views from Under the Bus

Hi. I'm Uncle Donnie. My family throws me under the bus regularly. I've decided to prove them all right.

These are my views, opinions and dogma. They don't represent the views of anyone but me. Whaddya gonna do? Leave the gun, take the cannoli. Lean back, drink some chianti, and enjoy my views from under the bus.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

So what if Uncle D. lived in Russia? Youse would be calling me Uncle Dimitri,or Uncle Vanya or something like that, right? If I was from Germany, I would be Uncle Dieter; if
from Spain I would be Uncle Diego,or howsabout in Italy where Uncle Dante or Uncle
Dominic might work, right? Ting is, no matter where I lived, nobody, and I mean nobody would know me as Uncle Dipstick,or Uncle Dumbshrimp or Uncle Dirtbag,or Dufus ,or Dillweed or Dimwit, you know what I mean? This would demonstrate a serious lack of respect, and I would look ridiculous, and a man in my position cannot afford to be made
to look ridiculous!(producer Jack Woltz to Tom Higgins, The Godfather)
I'm just sayin.
Anyways, my youngest daughter, and former editor, just got back from seeing the last
installment of the Harry Potter series, and Marone, enough of the snakes and the goblins
and the the guy what had no nose already. For awhile, I thought I was back in Detroit,
capisci mi?
Did youse know that Harry had a french half-brother name Enrie Potier? Me neither!
Yeah, and I guess it caused quite a stir with the author to.
Whattayagonnado?
Uncle Donnie

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