>Joe shows up after receiving the $2500 Cinemaphile has crowdfunded >He knocks on the door of the air bnb Cinemaphile has rented for our dinner party >He walks in >Over 50 Cinemaphile anons dressed like Paulie Walnuts in matching tracksuits and pinky rings are seated at a long banquet table >Everyone's hair is slicked back and dyed, or we're wearing wigs >The tablecloth is not white, but pic related >Half of us are already drunk >"Ay Joey, what the fricks'a matter wit'chu?" we all say in unison fake New Jersey mobster accents >We all smile in silence, waiting for him to make a move >"Uh... Hi everyone, I'm Jo-" >"JOEY, AY" >Cinemaphile forms a single file line, queuing to kiss him on both cheeks, slap him twice lightly in the face, and tell him he's a "good kid" >"I hope you brought lotsa dat linguini, I'm one hungry goomba!" >"BADDA BING" >"BADDA BOOM" >We keep pointing at the assistant prepping the food with our index and pinky finger >"Watch it, kid" >The sounds of pleasant conversation echo throughout the night >"Ay Joey, you want 'dis kid clipped?" >"Artie's lookin' a little strange tonight, Joey." >"You tink he's wearin' a wire?" >All of the Paulie Anons get belligerently drunk on jugs of Carlo Rossi before the shrimp scampi even arrives >We clandestinely slide each other manilla envelopes full of stacks of color copies of pic related printed on 8x11 sheets of paper over the dinner table and place them in our jacket pockets >One Cinemaphile Walnuts puts his arm around a noticeably uncomfortable, sweating Joe as he struggles to prepare enough chicken parmigiana for 50 people >Looks both ways >Gets extremely close to Joe's ear so only Joe can hear >"I dunno, Joey, wooden doors? Sounds fishy if you ask me"
>he will chop some tomatoes while you take a picture then tell his "assistant" to cook dinner >he will spend 5 hours sitting in the couch getting drunk telling you stories you didn't ask for >he will upcharge you for dessert and drinks
god i wished i lived in the us so i could enjoy this once in a lifetime deal
>dessert and beverages not included
The frick?
i've only got seating for 2
>minimum of six hours
>he sits on your couch drinking wine for four hours after dinners done
He has HUGE hands
Is this not just some charity auction so he's donating his time and name to raise money for charity?
>don’t have the rights to the sopranos font
>guess we better use the godfather font
Did anyone fell for this?
>After eating the dinner
>So did you actually suck the guys dick in that van?
I’m sure there’s a sizable market for this amount like New Jersey/New York trash
>Joe shows up after receiving the $2500 Cinemaphile has crowdfunded
>He knocks on the door of the air bnb Cinemaphile has rented for our dinner party
>He walks in
>Over 50 Cinemaphile anons dressed like Paulie Walnuts in matching tracksuits and pinky rings are seated at a long banquet table
>Everyone's hair is slicked back and dyed, or we're wearing wigs
>The tablecloth is not white, but pic related
>Half of us are already drunk
>"Ay Joey, what the fricks'a matter wit'chu?" we all say in unison fake New Jersey mobster accents
>We all smile in silence, waiting for him to make a move
>"Uh... Hi everyone, I'm Jo-"
>"JOEY, AY"
>Cinemaphile forms a single file line, queuing to kiss him on both cheeks, slap him twice lightly in the face, and tell him he's a "good kid"
>"I hope you brought lotsa dat linguini, I'm one hungry goomba!"
>"BADDA BING"
>"BADDA BOOM"
>We keep pointing at the assistant prepping the food with our index and pinky finger
>"Watch it, kid"
>The sounds of pleasant conversation echo throughout the night
>"Ay Joey, you want 'dis kid clipped?"
>"Artie's lookin' a little strange tonight, Joey."
>"You tink he's wearin' a wire?"
>All of the Paulie Anons get belligerently drunk on jugs of Carlo Rossi before the shrimp scampi even arrives
>We clandestinely slide each other manilla envelopes full of stacks of color copies of pic related printed on 8x11 sheets of paper over the dinner table and place them in our jacket pockets
>One Cinemaphile Walnuts puts his arm around a noticeably uncomfortable, sweating Joe as he struggles to prepare enough chicken parmigiana for 50 people
>Looks both ways
>Gets extremely close to Joe's ear so only Joe can hear
>"I dunno, Joey, wooden doors? Sounds fishy if you ask me"
i'd unironically pay $250 plus tip for this evening
>wooden doors
This gets me every time. Why haven't we had an obnoxious drunken Cinemaphile and Cinemaphile meetup yet?
someone would get raped
>not owning an anti rape device
The /k/ meetup scared people. What if somebody cuts in the food when nobody's looking?
gold
>50 anons dressed as CIA
at the /k/ meetup someone brought cum brownies. some degenerate here would do something equally disgusting.
Top man
There should be an anon that confuses him for Big Pussy the entire evening
I'll be taking the tour, vito!
>Actors at their lowest
Andy Dick on a daily basis
I completely agree with you, frick Andy Dickhead.
according to one of the actors he was selling sopranos merchandise at gandolfini's funeral
Why would you believe something so stupid?
https://www.nj.com/entertainment/2013/06/james_gandolfini_sopranos_joe_gannascoli.html
>he will chop some tomatoes while you take a picture then tell his "assistant" to cook dinner
>he will spend 5 hours sitting in the couch getting drunk telling you stories you didn't ask for
>he will upcharge you for dessert and drinks
god i wished i lived in the us so i could enjoy this once in a lifetime deal
>he has to explain what character he was that one time
>(Anon from Cinemaphile)
I kinda think hes a closeted homosexual after seeing him on the sopranos
he was the one who asked chase for that storyline, to get more screentime
Wasn't he also based on an actual gay gangster?
>Minimum of six hours.
kek imagine paying $2,500 USD for some random dude to hang out in your house for six hours.
Wasn't that for charity?
I remember seeing this dumb meatball on some cooking competition and he had no idea what he was doing and got seething mad from any criticism
I'd rather meet Jesus Rossi and have him tell me how it felt to play a rapist
>what did lorraine bracco's thighs feel like?
man, i love the sopranos but these themed cons seem like the most miserable shit ever to attend
>6 hour minimum
>Shrimp scampi
>Penne ala Vodka
>dessert and beverages not included
>opening bid $2,500