To my fellow Pizan.....

morningbell

hmmmmmm
My cousin sent me this. If you hail from an Italian family or know one, some of these may make you smile, maybe even giggle :lmao:

To all my friends
and family, Italian or not - enjoy! ...and if you're from Brooklyn, New Jursey, Long Eyeland, Bronx or Staten Eyeland, you'll really appreciate this!

E y e - T a l i a n


Why do Italians hate Jehovah's Witnesses?

Because Italians hate all witnesses.

Do you know why most men from Italy are named Tony?

On the boat over to America they put a sticker on them that said TO NY (To New York)
You know you're Italian when . . . .

You can bench press 325 pounds, shave twice a day and still cry when your mother yells at you.

You carry your lunch in a produce bag
because you can't fit two cappicola sandwiche s,
4 oranges, 2 bananas, and pizzelles
into a regular lunch bag.


Your mechanic, plumber, electrician, doctor, accountant,
travel agent and lawyer are all your cousins.

You have at least 5 cousins living in the same town
or on the same block.
All five of those cousins are named after
your grandfather or grandmother.


You are on a first name basis with
at least 8 banquet hall owners

You only get one good shave from a disposable razor.

If someone in your family grows beyond 5' 9',
it is presumed his/her Mother had an affai r.


There were more than 28 people in your bridal party.

You netted more than $50,000 in gifts
for your first communion.


And you
REALLY, REALLY know you're Italian when . . . .

Your grandfather had a fig tree.

You eat Sunday dinner at 2:00 pm.

On Christmas Eve, you only eat fish.


Your mom's meatballs are the best.

You've been hit with
a wooden spoon or had a shoe thrown at you.

Clear plastic covers are on all the furniture in your house.

You know how to pronounce 'manicotti' and 'mozzarella.'


You fight over whether it's called 'sauce' or 'gravy.'

You've called someone a 'mamaluke.'

And you understand 'bada bing'
 

migtig

aka Mrs. Giant
Italians, southerners, all our mama's were in the kitchen with the wooden spoon :lol:

Ain't that the truth. Actually, I've noticed I only like to cook with wooden or bamboo spoons. I keep them in a separate container from the spatulas and such.

My grandmom gave me my first cast iron skillet to keep on my stove at all times she said for my man when he came home late. I looked at her funny and asked if I was supposed to cook him dinner whenever he came home. She said no, that I was supposed to take the hot skillet up the side of his head so he wouldn't do it again. :lmao:
 

morningbell

hmmmmmm
Ain't that the truth. Actually, I've noticed I only like to cook with wooden or bamboo spoons. I keep them in a separate container from the spatulas and such.

My grandmom gave me my first cast iron skillet to keep on my stove at all times she said for my man when he came home late. I looked at her funny and asked if I was supposed to cook him dinner whenever he came home. She said no, that I was supposed to take the hot skillet up the side of his head so he wouldn't do it again. :lmao:

Gotta love the grandma! I didn't get the skillet, I got the hand crank pasta machine :lol: Wooden spoons :yay:
 

ItalianScallion

Harley Rider
Atsa nice.
From the lady that hates Italian men! :lmao: :shrug:
Hey don't forget: both grandfathers just happen to look EXACTLY LIKE Mafia men too; co-incidence? Nope.
 

morningbell

hmmmmmm
Atsa nice.
From the lady that hates Italian men! :lmao: :shrug:
Hey don't forget: both grandfathers just happen to look EXACTLY LIKE Mafia men too; co-incidence? Nope.

I love my big fat Italian family but I think things changed for me when I turned 12, I had a boyfriend, my dad found out his name and wrote it on a baseball bat, left it in plain view when he came over. I also went to a catholic highschool in NJ, they were either Italian, Greek or Irish. Italian guys in HS were kind of grabby and pushy when it came to dating, I gave them a lot of this :smack: Not all Italian men are bad but I must have come from where all the bad ones congregated :lmao:
 
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