If there is anything I can't stand, it's Italian curse words. Nor the French ones either.

These idiots in the bars around are always sayin' "Pardon my French," after offendin' me and my date with their rude, coarse language. I say somethin' like, "Hey, what is that ya got on yer shoe?" and when they look down I roundhouse 'em in the jaw. "BLAP!" That shuts 'em up for awhile. They do the horizontal mime thing for a half hour, and I have another drink.

- Chongo