I grew up with proper Italian food (and everyting else...) from near first gen immigrants (both parents conceived via north Italy) and most miss the food by a mile.
Niece got smart as hell with my 6 year old daughter over stromboli vs calzone. Little entitled Penn State student bitch. Self impressed with her knowledge.
About as significant as the caliber vs chambering, clip vs mag BS.
Little minds impressed with a little knowledge.
Parents who say they have good kids..Usually don't!
Niece got smart as hell with my 6 year old daughter over stromboli vs calzone. Little entitled Penn State student bitch. Self impressed with her knowledge.
About as significant as the caliber vs chambering, clip vs mag BS.
Little minds impressed with a little knowledge.
Wanna piss off someone from Altoona? Call a gob a whoopie pie. A hoagie a sub. A pop a soda. Get west of Chambersburg and the stoopid flows freely.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Niece got smart as hell with my 6 year old daughter over stromboli vs calzone. Little entitled Penn State student bitch. Self impressed with her knowledge.
About as significant as the caliber vs chambering, clip vs mag BS.
Little minds impressed with a little knowledge.
Wanna piss off someone from Altoona? Call a gob a whoopie pie. A hoagie a sub. A pop a soda. Get west of Chambersburg and the stoopid flows freely.
Except they are properly called gob, hoagie and pop.
Niece got smart as hell with my 6 year old daughter over stromboli vs calzone. Little entitled Penn State student bitch. Self impressed with her knowledge.
About as significant as the caliber vs chambering, clip vs mag BS.
Little minds impressed with a little knowledge.
Wanna piss off someone from Altoona? Call a gob a whoopie pie. A hoagie a sub. A pop a soda. Get west of Chambersburg and the stoopid flows freely.
Except they are properly called gob, hoagie and pop.
I grew up with proper Italian food (and everyting else...) from near first gen immigrants (both parents conceived via north Italy) and most miss the food by a mile.
I used to work in the meat business in a city that was very high in Italian population in the Italian section. There are no people who eat better quality food than Italians. I worked with a girl who made here own pasta, ravioli, prosciutto, wine and brought all her leftovers to work for all us mangia cakes. I sometimes regret that she was already married before I met her.