Saw a Craigslist ad that said: “Need three big Italian guys to attend a funeral. Dress sharp. Look connected.” No questions asked. Obviously, I applied.
Show up in a thrifted suit with two strangers who also answered. We shake hands and instantly agree our names are all Tony. For authenticity.
Inside, it’s dead silent—pun intended—and we walk in like a deleted scene from Goodfellas. We sit front row, arms folded, sunglasses on indoors. People start whispering. Priest looks like he wants to skip to the credits.
When it’s our turn to “pay respects,” one Tony leans in and goes, “You were like a father to all of us... in business and in life.” The other mutters, “The docks ain’t gonna be the same without ya.” I panic and kiss my fingers like I’m blessing the casket, whispering, “We’ll take care of the thing, boss. Don’t you worry.”
On the way out, some old guy grabs my hand, teary-eyed, and says, “He’d be proud.”
Craigslist had me role-playing The Godfather for $100 and a cannoli.
Spirit Airlines gone. Gas prices disrespectful. Groceries cost a whole paycheck or get recalled. The weather is acting like it has a personal vendetta. Miami Beach looking like a seaweed farm. Electricity bills creeping up 10-20%. Kids are feral. & every day it feels like our president is finding new ways to make life harder.
There’s an episode of SpongeBob where he breaks down because he doesn’t want to be an adult anymore, he just wants to go to his grandma’s house and eat cookies.
I’ve never related to a cartoon more than I do right now.
Sony reportedly thought the full Man-Spider transformation in BND was too scary for kids.
In the comics, Peter’s mutation gave him 6 arms, and a terrifying monstrous spider form.
All we got in the movie was the black eyes and organic webs. Missed opportunity? 🤔🕷️ #SpiderMan