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Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by okie, Sep 7, 2004.


  1. okie

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    Three Italian mothers were attending a football game. Each
    had a son playing on the same team. At the start of the
    game, the first boy saw his opportunity, grabbed the ball
    and running quickly, out-foxed the opposing team, making the first
    touchdown. His mother, obviously proud of her son, sprang from the
    bleachers, shouting in her broken Italian accent, "Datsa my boy! I
    raised him onna da Pet milk. Ain't he-a Peach?"

    Soon, the second boy received the ball and in a spectacular
    run down the field, made another goal for the team. Not
    wanting to be outdone by the first boy's mother, the second boy's mother
    jumped from her seat, exclaiming, "Datsa my boy! I raised him onna da
    breast milk. Ain't he-a wonderful?"

    The third boy hadn't done so well, but finally someone threw him the
    ball. He fumbled it, then recovered, running in the wrong direction,
    fell with the ball, ran some more, stumbled again, dropped it once more,
    recovered it and finally crossed the goal line on the wrong end of the
    field. The third Italian mother couldn't stand it any longer. Rising
    from her place in the stands, she shouted, "Datsa my boy! I raised him
    onna Milk of Magnesia. Ain't he-a the craps?"