"Relax Chief, you seem tense, you know the boy here makes an excellent, Manhattan!"
Sadly, my Anna Maria was whacked by natural causes.
"You mean the mob only did me a favor to get something in return?! Oh fat tony... I will say good day to you, sir." *On the verge of tears* "Okay... I will go..."
And to show you we’re serious, you have 12 hours.
What's a girl?
What’s a truck?