If you weren't Italian, I'd forward this to the
distant family in Elizabeth, NJ. They make cement
Nikes.
--- Michael Graziano <mgrazian@ltcm.com> wrote:
> Once upon a time, there were 3 little pigs. The
> straw pig, the stick
> pig, and the brick pig. One day this nasty old
> wolf came up to the
> straw pig's house and said, "I'm gonna huff and
> puff, and blow your
> house down."
>
> And he did!
>
> The straw pig went running over to the stick
> pig's house and said "Let
> me in, please, the wolf just blew down my
> house!"
>
> The stick pig let the straw pig in. Then the
> wolf showed up and said,
> "I'm gonna huff and puff, and blow your house
> down!"
>
> And he did!
>
> So, the straw pig and the stick pig went
> running over to the brick
> pig's house and said "Let us in! "The wolf just
> blew down our houses
> and we're scared!"
>
> So the brick pig let them in. The wolf caught
> up with them and said
> "I'm gonna huff and puff, and blow your house
> down."
>
> While he was huffing and puffing, the straw pig
> and the
> stick pig were so scared! But the brick pig
> picked up the phone and
> made a call. A few minutes passed and all of a
> sudden this big, black
> stretch limousine drove up. Out came two
> massive pigs in pinstriped
> suits and fedoras.
>
> They went over to the wolf and grabbed him by
> the neck and proceeded
> to beat the shit out of him. Then they got back
> into their limo and
> drove off, leaving the wolf bleeding on the
> street.
>
> The straw pig and the stick pig were amazed!
> They asked the brick pig,
> "Who the hell were those guys?"
>
> And the brick pig said, "Oh, those are my
> cousins, the Guinea Pigs."
>
>
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