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  • HA!

    *cues rotton tomatoes*

    or better yet

    *cues cupcakes*

    December 3, 2009

  • Jeez, you variable punctuation marks are all the same. TERRIBLE DRIVERS. *rimshot*

    December 3, 2009

  • Heeheehee. There's nothing like a few stereotypical jokes in the morning!

    Edit: Wait, that sounds a bit mean.

    December 3, 2009

  • That's great, Pro. It's along the lines of my dad's poking-fun-at-self joke:

    Q: How do you make an Italian stop talking?

    A: Make him sit on his hands.

    December 2, 2009

  • That's the same thing you call a broken middle finger in Queens.

    December 2, 2009

  • I think the Arabs did. (too lazy to look up, cf. WTBH)

    I could never be offended by such a thing. One of my favorite comments on YOW is based on a stereotype:

    Q: What do you call a broken arm in Italy?

    A: A speech impediment.


    December 2, 2009

  • Of course it's all a play on cultural sterotypes (which by-the-way, I find fascinating and amusing though sometimes offensive).

    I'm sorry, touched up on my research and I think that everyone knows now, that the Chinese did not invent spaghetti. I didn't think so, and I guess I'm right.

    December 2, 2009

  • If an Italian is what bilby says, I'm not Italian. :-) ("Chinese spaghetti"?! wtbh? And no nutella since I'm lactose intolerant)

    December 2, 2009


    Oh Italians!

    Apparantly the Chinese made spaghetti first. I say the Italians perfected it.

    December 2, 2009

  • Hopeless.

    December 2, 2009

  • Italians are so puritan purist! In the end they gave up on me. I'm a heathen. I dare to consume oil made from seeds. I eat pasta less than twice a day. I drink tea as much as coffee. I have orecchiette with something other than cime di rapa. I don't have a mama's recipe for artichokes. I laugh when they call noodles Chinese spaghetti. I don't celebrate my birthday by diving into a vat of Nutella. I eat lunch in less than three hours. Obviously I cannot be saved.

    December 2, 2009

  • Ha!

    December 2, 2009

  • Ex: Correlation or causation?

    December 2, 2009

  • How my (ex) flatmate used to call me when we talked of Italian cuisine.

    December 2, 2009