Pasta "Family" Style

December 12, 2008

Me: We've known each other for many years but this is the first time you've ever come to me for Tuscan-style cuisine. I can't remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my college roommate was friends with your cousin Chris. But, let's be frank here.

You never wanted my carbohydrates, and you were afraid to break your Atkins.

Bonasera: I didn't want to get into trouble.

Me: I understand. You found paradise in patties of beef. You had a good diet, made a lot of jerkey, the meat sustained you, and you didn't need a friend like me. But, now you come to me and you say "Reverned Danger, give me pasta." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my home on (looks at calendar) a Friday and ask me to do meatballs for money

 

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