Originally Posted By: Mignon

For your birthday I'm gonna send you a case of Spaghettio's with meatballs.


Mig gave a package to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought her package back.

Cardi wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
This isn't food, I wouldn't feed it to a rat,
Mig writes send this to Cardi but her spaghetti-o's keeps coming back.


Don Cardi cool

Five - ten years from now, they're gonna wish there was American Cosa Nostra. Five - ten years from now, they're gonna miss John Gotti.