In eighth grade, I had a PE teacher who called a friend and me wops on a regular basis. In fact, he referred to us as "The Wop Brothers" and the "Dago Duo." (This same coach regularly threatened to stick his twelve and a half incher straight up the ass of anybody caught "foolhousing." He meant his shoe, but it's not hard to figure out why we all
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"Mark?" I said.
She cracked up and said, "How'd you know..."
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You dago.
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Another favorite teacher was a coach. Not the brightest guy, but when I accidentally mooned him, he just laughed and told me I had an ugly ass...
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When your grandfather (father's father--the Danish side) knocks the Italian side, you know there's something wrong.
But then, with his alcoholism and addictions, Dad really was the white sheep of that family, so it's no surprise ol' Cliff knocked me for being Italian, and my cousins for being Jewish.
I guess Grandpa Pete balanced it all out by calling be Garibaldi...
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And I've just been looking up Guinea and walio. Interesting.
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