An old Italian father is sitting at home, his 3 sons are over for the holidays.
His youngest son Michael comes over and starts talking to him.
Father: Michael, when are you gonna getta you self a real job?
Michael: Poppa.. I have a real job, I'm a magician
Father: Michael, what is this magician?, this is notta real job.
look atta you brother Peter, he's a doctor, when people get sick they go to him and he maka them better.
Whatta you do?
Michael: Poppa, really, I'm a magician
Father: Magician this is notta real job, look atta you brother Paul, he's a lawyer, when people get in the trouble, they go to
him, and he getta them off.. now tell me whatta you do.
Michael: Poppa, like I told you I'm a magician, let me show you what I can do.
Father: OK, Michael, showa me whatta you can do...
Michael: Ok poppa, you see that candle stick over on the piano?
(Michael wiggles his fingers and the candlestick floats up in the air)
Father: Michael!... that is amazing!
(Michael snaps his fingers and the candlestick falls back down)
Father: Michael, show me some more of whatta you canna do!
Michael: OK poppa, watch the piano over there.
(Michael wiggles his fingers and the piano floats up in the air)
(Michael snaps his fingers and the piano falls back down)
Father: Michael!... I don'ta believe it...howa you do that??
Michael: I told ya poppa, I'm a magician!
Father: Michael, maybe you canna help me, you know me ana you mother, gettin up there in the years, and soma times
I hava little trouble...
Michael: yeah poppa I understand.... go stand over there..
(Father goes and stands in the corner, pulls down his pants)
(Michael wiggles his fingers)
Father: MICHAEL!.. IF YOU LOVA YOU MUTHA ...NO SNAPPA YOU FINGERS!!!
His youngest son Michael comes over and starts talking to him.
Father: Michael, when are you gonna getta you self a real job?
Michael: Poppa.. I have a real job, I'm a magician
Father: Michael, what is this magician?, this is notta real job.
look atta you brother Peter, he's a doctor, when people get sick they go to him and he maka them better.
Whatta you do?
Michael: Poppa, really, I'm a magician
Father: Magician this is notta real job, look atta you brother Paul, he's a lawyer, when people get in the trouble, they go to
him, and he getta them off.. now tell me whatta you do.
Michael: Poppa, like I told you I'm a magician, let me show you what I can do.
Father: OK, Michael, showa me whatta you can do...
Michael: Ok poppa, you see that candle stick over on the piano?
(Michael wiggles his fingers and the candlestick floats up in the air)
Father: Michael!... that is amazing!
(Michael snaps his fingers and the candlestick falls back down)
Father: Michael, show me some more of whatta you canna do!
Michael: OK poppa, watch the piano over there.
(Michael wiggles his fingers and the piano floats up in the air)
(Michael snaps his fingers and the piano falls back down)
Father: Michael!... I don'ta believe it...howa you do that??
Michael: I told ya poppa, I'm a magician!
Father: Michael, maybe you canna help me, you know me ana you mother, gettin up there in the years, and soma times
I hava little trouble...
Michael: yeah poppa I understand.... go stand over there..
(Father goes and stands in the corner, pulls down his pants)
(Michael wiggles his fingers)
Father: MICHAEL!.. IF YOU LOVA YOU MUTHA ...NO SNAPPA YOU FINGERS!!!
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