The Luv Guv

The Cuomo brothers were confident that their natural charm and affability could sway any crowd, and it was with this confidence that they chose to perform before one stunned silent. “15 Counts?” asked Chris Cuomo, “I mean come on this Jabroni can't even count that high!” “Oh that high, huh?” Replied Andrew Cuomo, who thumb-pointed toward his brother. “He’s gotta be high if he thinks he’s smarter than me!” “That’s what separates you and me big bro, I think!” Chris tapped his head for emphasis.“Therefore I am, betta’ than you!” “Why You—!” said Andrew and before a shocked crowd, put his brother in a headlock and started to give him an affectionate noogie. He stared up at the crowd then, mouth agape in a panting smile that asked, get a load of us huh? With his head still under his brother’s armpit, Chris addressed the crowd. “And what’s all this about assault? Look at this mook, he can’t a-salt anything, not even his own gravy!” “Oh!” Andrew said and dropped the headlock. He took a few steps back and thrust his hands into the air, kept them spaced apart like a football goal post. “You’re gonna hurt an Italian’s pride talking like that, what’s a matter ‘witchu? Ma might be out there!” “Yeah, out there’s right!” Replied Chris, “Like when I’m at his house and he starts cooking, I’m out there!” “C’mon wiseguy!” Said Andrew and he put his fists up and pumped them in a way that evoked the image of the fighting Irish. “Come on old man!” said Chris, and they both put up their fighting Irish stances, really committing themselves to the act. Bobbing and weaving, and placing fake jabs. They went on like this for several moments before Chris went in for what seemed to be a real punch to Andrew’s face but at the last minute, the fist slowed and converted to a closed hand with two fingers sticking out, pointer and middle extended like a pair of scissors. Which Chris used to poke each of Andrew’s eyes simultaneously. Had the demonstration been a cartoon, the poke would have no doubt been accompanied by a doink! Sound. “Yow