Who Brought the Marshmallows?

Italian Firefighters

One dark night in the small town of Garfield, NJ, a fire started inside the local sausage factory. In a blink the building was engulfed in flames. The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around.

When the first volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the sausage company president rushed to the fire chief and said, "All of our secret sausage recipes are in the vault in the center of the plant. They must be saved. I will donate $50,000 to the fire department that
brings them out and delivers them to me."

But the roaring flames held the firefighters off. Soon more fire departments had to be called in because the situation became desperate. As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer to extricate the secret recipes was now $100,000 to the fire department that could save them.

Suddenly from up the road, a lone siren was heard as another fire Truck came into sight. It was the fire engine of the nearby Lodi, NJ Volunteer fire department composed mainly of Italian firefighters over the age of 65.

To everyone's amazement, the little run-down fire engine, operated by these Italian firefighters, passed fire engines parked outside the plant, and drove straight into the middle of the inferno.

Outside, the other firemen watched in amazement as the Italian old timers jumped off and began to fight the fire with a performance that was as if they were fighting to save their own lives. Within a short time, the Lodi old timers had extinguished the fire and saved the secret recipes.

The grateful sausage company president joyfully announced that for such a superhuman accomplishment he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked over to personally thank each of the brave elderly Italian firefighters.

A TV news crew rushed in after capturing the event on film. The "on Camera" reporter asked the Italian fire chief, "What are you going to do with all that money?"

"Wella," said Chief Pasquale De Luccinellavanti, the 70-year-old fire chief, "De fursta tinga we gonnna do isza fixa uppa de brakes on dat fockinna truck!!"

This post in no way is intended to belittle our brave firemen or the Italians.

It does however, set up an excuse do pay "hom-age" to "Comm-ander-in-fire-chief," Dubya Bush. Talk about fanning the flames!

From my personal point of view, I'd have to say George W. Bush has been burning his britches behind him!

If it's true that "where there's smoke, there's fire", the voting populace didn't notice the glowing embers left behind by the other Bush. It appears our lame duck President took his oath not upon a Bible, but rather on a bag of marshmallows!

Now that you are hot under the collar, why not visit Verbicidal Tendencies and cool off by the phonetic fan?

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