Fingers
A long time ago there was this little Italian boy in the fields with his dad. Looking at his dad’s hands, the boy said, “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’.”
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