Italian Honeymoon

After returning from his honeymoon in Florida with his new bride, Virginia, Zio Luigi stopped by to say hello to Grandpa.

Grandpa said, "Hey Luigi, how wasa da honeamoona?"

Zio Luigi said, "Everyting wasa perfecto except for da train ride down."

"Whata you mean, Luigi?" asked Grandpa.

"Well, we boarda da train at Grana Central Station. My beautiful Virginia, she pack a biga basket a food. She broughta da vino, some nice cigars for me, and we were lookina forward to da trip and open upa da luncha basket. The conductore come aby, waga his finger at us anda say, 'no eat indisa car. Musta use a dining car.'

So, me and my beautiful Virginia, we go to da dining car, eat a biga lunch and starta ta open da bottle of a nice a vino!

Conductore walka by again, waga his finger and say, 'No drinka in disa car! Musta use a cluba car.'

So, we go to cluba car. While a drinkina da vino, I starta to lighta my biga cigar. The conductore, he waga his finger again and say, 'No a smokina disa car. Musta go to a smokina car.'

"We go to a smokina car and I smoke a my biga cigar. Then my beautiful Virginia and I, we go to a sleeper car anda go to bed. We just about to go boombada boombada and the conductore, he walka through da hall shouting at a top of his a voice...'Nofolka Virginia! Nofolka Virginia!'

"Nexta time, I'ma just gonna taka da bus."

PS: I should tell you that no man in our family ever dated or married a woman named Virginia again.

That would be Doug's family, not mine.

Italian-Americans who read this, please note that I post this joke with all the good will in the world. I have three Italian-American grandchildren, and I love them very much. I think the joke is hilarious, and when my grandsons grow up, I hope that they would laugh at it. One of the boys is 15 and another is 13. Maybe they would enjoy it right now.