For a guy so blatantly gay, Altair sure does ring up a lot of Maldini.
So all I said was that I was sick and need to take a 60-minute Mancini. Then Amantino calls me crying, "Why would you do that, man?" I said, "Chill down, Macacca, I'm taking a Man-CHini, not a Man-SEEni."
He was like "OK, that's cool."
Then I slammed my Franco Sensi into his descending colon.