Big Angelo
An enormous funeral wound its way through the streets of the town, and, in every way, no sign of sorrow had been stinted, right down to the open cars filled with flowers.
A bystander, who had been away from the neighborhood for a while, nudged a neighbor. “Who died?” he whispered.
“Big Angelo’s girlfriend,” said the other.
“Big Angelo’s girlfriend? But she was so young! What did she die of?”
“Gonorrhea.”
“Gonorrhea! But that’s impossible. No one dies of gonorrhea.”
“You do when you give it to Big Angelo.”
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