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luvdance
05-17-2005, 02:18 AM
my friend emailed me this today...i had to show you guys coz it's so true. i found it hilarious!!!!



Oh it's sad but true! Being an Italian means...

-You spent your entire childhood thinking what you ate for lunch was

pronounced "sangwich" -Your family dog understood Italian. -Every Sunday

afternoon was spent visiting your Nonna and extended family. -You've

experienced the phenomena of 150 people fitting into 50 square feet of yard

during a family barbeque. -You were surprised to discover the Heart

Foundation recommends you eat 3 meals a day, not 7. -You thought killing a

pig each year and having salami, capocollo, pancetta and prosciutto hanging

out to dry from the shed ceiling was normal. -You ate pasta for dinner at

least 3 times a week and every Sunday. -You grew up thinking no fruit or

vegetable had a fixed price and that the price of everything was negotiable

through haggling. -You were as tall as your Nonna by the age of 7. -You

thought everyone's last name ended in a vowel. -You thought nylons were

supposed to be worn rolled to the ankles. -You were surprised to find out

that wine was actually sold in stores. -You thought that everyone made their

own bottled tomato sauce. -You never knew what to expect when you opened the

margarine container at your Nonna's house. -You thought washing and reusing

the margarine container was normal.



- You ate your salad after the main course.

-You were beaten at least once a week with the wooden spoon. -You thought

every meal had to be eaten with a chunk of bread in your left hand. -Your

Nonna never threw anything away... you thought seeing washed plastic bags on

the clothes line was normal. -You learned to play bocce before you went to

school. -You thought all kids knew how to play "Scopa" and "Briscola". -You

can understand Italian but you can't speak it. -You have at least 1 relative

who came over on the boat. -All of your uncles fought in a World War. -You

have at least six male relatives named Tony, Frank, Joe or Louie. -You have

relatives you don't speak to.



-You drank wine before you were a teenager. -You relate on some level to the

"Godfather" or the "Sopranos". -You grew up in a house with a yard that

didn't have one patch of dirt that didn't have a flower or vegetable growing

in it. -Your Nonna's furniture was as comfortable as sitting on a plastic...

Wait!!! You were sitting on plastic. -You thought talking loud was

normal. -You dreaded taking out your lunch at school. -You thought sugared

almonds and the "Tarantella" were common at all weddings. -You thought

everyone covered their tablecloth with a plastic tablecloth. -You thought

everyone got pinched on the cheeks and had money stuffed in their pockets by

their relatives.

JoeySkillz
05-23-2005, 05:50 AM
HAHAHAHA thats funny!!!! :applaudit

JoeySkillz
08-25-2007, 02:01 PM
-You thought killing a

pig each year and having salami, capocollo, pancetta and prosciutto hanging

out to dry from the shed ceiling was normal. -You never knew what to expect when you opened the

margarine container at your Nonna's house. -You thought washing and reusing

the margarine container was normal.



.
we do kill a pig or a goat each year..

The Margarine tub... at my mom's house you dont know what to expect when you open it. It aint margarine.. i tell u that for sure..
and yes we also wash and reuse or margarine conatiners :p

Sgdalero
09-01-2007, 03:06 AM
lol, thats funny as hell!!

luvdance
09-19-2007, 10:07 PM
lol, thats funny as hell!!

that is my life! LOL

sad but true :D

Sgdalero
09-20-2007, 02:23 AM
that prolly why you fit in here so well. hehe

luvdance
09-20-2007, 02:29 AM
LMAO

probably...

Sgdalero
09-29-2007, 02:34 AM
its cool thou, we all fit in here.

JoeySkillz
09-29-2007, 08:41 AM
gotta get in where u fit in!

luvdance
10-02-2007, 11:00 PM
gotta get in where u fit in!


LOL true true...

but 90% of my friends are italian so....we kinda all fit intogether and feel eachothers pain LOL

nah, it's cool being a wog...most of the time...