My Brother Vinny

Well this one time I went down to New York City and saw my brother Vinny. Now Vinny was a carpenter of sorts who loved to play the banjo. Every night we'd hear that sweet banjo tune coming from the Lakeshore Apartments on 12th Avenue. I would yell up "VINNY!" and he would open his window and shoot me with a pellet gun. Gertrude spent all night picking pellets out of my behind. Oh what a beautiful moonlit night that was.