im kelly Merlino
acid; the gateway to transcendence and temporary enlightenment. chemical keys to the gates of heaven.
i have the best boyfriend and friend than i could ever ask for who i love with all of my heart
i have no idea where ill be in 5 years
i wanna design black light posters
I murder beer bongs
i eat more then anyone i know
im easily distracted by bright colors
im really hole-ey
my short term memory is shot
i roll the second niecest blunts
i get excited for beer the beach blunts and glow sticks
the tree's might be on steriods at the borgata river
jelloy swiss cheese
i go to eagle
kase
Sunday Dinner for the ItaliansItalians have a $40,000 kitchen, but use the $259
stove from Sears in the basement to cook. There is
some sort of religious statue in the hallway, living
room, bedroom, front porch and backyard. The living
room is filled with old wedding favors with poofy net
bows and stale almonds (they are too pretty to open).A portrait of the Pope and Frank Sinatra hang in the
dining room.God forbid if anyone EVER attempted to eat Chef
Boy-are-dee, Franco American, Ragu, Prego or anything
else in a jar or can (tomato paste is the exception).Meatballs are made with Pork, Veal and Beef. We are
Italians; we don't care about cholesterol. Turkey is
served on Thanksgiving, A FTER the manicotti, gnocchi,
lasagna and soup.If anyone EVER says ES-CA ROLE, slap 'em in the face --
it's SHCAROLE.If they ever say ITALIAN WEDDING SOUP, let the idiot
know that there is no wedding, nor is there an Italian
in the soup. Also, the tiny meatballs must be made by
hand.No matter how hard you know you were going to get
smacked, you still came home from church after
communion, you stuck half a loaf of bread in the sauce
pot, snuck out a fried meatball and chowed down so
you'll make up for it next week at confession.
< BR>Sunday dinner was at 1:00. The meal went like
this...Table is set with everyday dishes...doesn't matter if
they don't match...they're clean, What more do you
want? All the utensils go on the right side of the
plate and the napkin goes on the left. Put a clean
kitchen towel at Nonno & Papa's plate because they
won't use napkins. Homemade wine and bottles of 7up
are on the table.First course, Antipasto...change plates. Next,
Macaroni (No nna called all spaghetti
Macaroni)...change plates. After that, Roasted Meats,
Roasted Potatoes, Over-cooked Vegetables... change
plates. THEN, and only then (NEVER AT THE BEGINNING OF
THE MEAL) would you eat the salad (HOMEMADE OIL
&VINEGAR DRESSING ONLY)...change plates. Next, Fruit &
Nuts - in the shell (on paper plates because you ran
out of the other ones). Coffee with Anisette (Espresso
for Nonno, "Merican" coffee for the rest) with hard
cookies (Biscottis) to d ip in the coffee. The kids go
play...the men go to lay down. They slept so soundly
you could do brain surgery on them without
anesthesia...the women clean the kitchen. Getting
screamed at by Mom or Nonna - half the sentence was
English, the other half Italian.Italian mothers never threw a baseball in their
life, but can nail you in the head with a shoe thrown
from the kit chen while you're in the living room.Prom Dress that Zia Ceserina made you.. . $20.00 for
material. Prom hair-do from Cousin Angela... Free.
Turning around at prom to see your entire family
(including God parents) standing in the back of the
gym... PRICELESS!The true Italians will love this, those of you who are
married to Italians will understand this, and there
are those that wished they were Italian
BLAH
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i miss him
