Hey, fuggeddaboutit! The Sopranos,

the only friggin' show on TV that tells it like it is comes back

to HBO Sunday for its last season. Just thinkin' about the old crew

bitin' the big one gets me all choked up. It's not like any

of those other mooks deserves a spinoff or nothin', but Tony is gonna

be history! Know what I'm sayin'?

I mean, his wife. What's

her problem? She ain't got enough clothes? Is the house too small?

It's not like she wasn't going after ponytail boy. She committed

adultery in her mind just as sure as I'm eatin' my second plate

of polenta and then she has to get all holier-than-thou when the Big Toe

gave a leg up to that poor Russian immigrant. Man, that must have been

some dame!

I say, good riddance! There's

always the Bada Bing! Am I right? The broads down there are like gorgeous!

Real swanky joint, too. I heard the owner of place, Silvio, used to play

with Springsteen! I'm like, get outa here! That old putz? Yeah, and

I used to shine Frank Sinatra's shoes.

Carmella should go