Don’t even pretend you think that’s not freaking hilarious. Pino Luongo and two balls. Bahahahahaaa.
“You know, that’s a pretty normal Italian name,” said my father, embarrassed at my unbridled laughter as we exited the neighborhood restaurant selling these cookbooks.
“Pop, it says Pino Luongo and two meatballs on it. Give me a break. That’s fucking funny.”
“It says two meatballs?” He took a moment. “I did not notice that. You’re right. That’s fucking funny.”
Yeah. You heard it here. Pino Loungo and two meatballs. Fucking funny.