There once was a woman who lived in a barn. Her walls were painted picture blue. When she crawled upon the floor, she thought my goodness I've never done this before. She ran out to the farm to see what was the matter and yelled what am I going to do with all this cattle. No one to help her. She felt all alone. she thought to herself, I better adjust my tone and she began to whistle and hum a note or two. Them off in the distant land, she saw the shadow of tan. The shadow yelled have no fear I am your Italian man! She ran back in the barn and tied the hinges tight and scurried around in fright. She spoke to the picture on the wall. She said Grandma, I did ask for this at all. She began to cook and make the worst lasanga bake. Even the ricotta cheese was fake. She said surely this will send him away. When her pan of fraud was piping hot, she invited him to smell the ***. He grinned a big grim that even his mustache looked as though it would win. mmm mmm mmm he exclaimed as he touched the tin. She rolled her eyes and thought this man hadn't known what I bought. She politely said sit down and enjoy, for a good meal is needed for a big boy. She stepped in the kitchen and snickered as he took a bite and thought if this doesn't **** him I might. She heard a scream and ran back to the table. The man was gasping as he read the ricotta label. She said what is it? what is it? Is there something wrong with my gable? He laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. He said this is the ricotta my mother ate when I was conceived!