An Italian is drinking in a New York bar when he gets a call on his cell phone. He hangs up, grinning from ear to ear, and orders a round of drinks for everybody in the bar announcing his wife had produced a typical Italian baby boy weighing 25 pounds.

Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the Italian guy just shrugs, 'That's about average back home folks......like I said, my boy's a typical Italian bambino.'

Congratulations showered him from all around, and many exclamations of 'WOW'....one woman actually fainted due to sympathy pains.

Two weeks later he returns to the bar.

The bartender says, 'Say you are the father of that typical Italian baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth. Everybody's been makin g bets about how big he'd be in two weeks. So how much does he weigh now?'

The proud father answers, 'Seventeen pounds.'

The bartender is puzzled, concerned, and a little suspicious.

'What happened? He already weighed 25 pounds the day he was born!'

The Italian father takes a long swig of Sambuca, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says.....

'We had him circumcised.'

It is a not belivable story, for sure the Baby lost more weight but the father was afraid to be considered a liar.

Now there are a French, a German and an Italian from Savignone a town near Genova.
They are all drunked of beer and every on makes exagerated declarations. It is the French that start saying that the last version of Concorde plane flights at 6000 km for hour, and the result is a flight Paris -New York in less than an hour.
The German make a higher bid sayin that the last Porche gen get over 350 km for hours so the Munchen Berlin more or less half an hour.
The Italian said he has a prik of 50cm (for non metrical more than 25") No more words for a long time, then with less alcholl in the blood the French admits that the Concorde is normal, Paris -New york in 6 hours as usual. the Porche get back to normal, again 200 kmh and the hours are three or four for the described above road.
Also the Italian admit that he told a pure story, excusing for this, In fact he said I'm not from Savignone, I am from Busalla, another town near GENOVA.