My father had “dago” tattooed on his arm. In the places he frequented, if you asked for him by his given name, few people would have known who you were talking about. If you asked for dago, everyone knew who you were talking about.
My nickname in my friend group in college was “white bread”. I was the only white dude in the group. Didn’t bother me in the least, especially since the Native American friend called himself a “prairie n**ger”. And I’m not talking Elizabeth Warren levels of Native American. This dude was clearly identifiable as one.
I absolutely agree rubberbiscuit. I was a skinny, scrawny kid, with knocked knees. As I got into HS I filled out, gained about 80 pounds, grew 9 inches and my knees straightened out. Getting teased as a small kid made me stronger and able to slough it off. I hated to fight, would walk away from one if I was able to, but if not, I could scrap with the best of them. Did I ever get my ass kicked, sure, but I learned from each fight.
Kids need to be picked on so they can grow up, I bet there would be much less trans bull shit.
I had an Italian-heritage professor in grad school who called himself a dago. He was cool.
Did you hear about the new Italian tires that run flat. Dago wop wop wop
Shut up bigot!
God dang pizza eaters
Italian American here... HAHAHA
I always heard that joke "where do the tires on a Fiat go?
|"dago tru rain, dago go tru mud, and when dago flat, dago wopwopwop"
You can inflate them with hair grease and spaghetti sauce
My father had “dago” tattooed on his arm. In the places he frequented, if you asked for him by his given name, few people would have known who you were talking about. If you asked for dago, everyone knew who you were talking about.
My nickname in my friend group in college was “white bread”. I was the only white dude in the group. Didn’t bother me in the least, especially since the Native American friend called himself a “prairie n**ger”. And I’m not talking Elizabeth Warren levels of Native American. This dude was clearly identifiable as one.
Every native I've met with that level of self-awareness about their people is cool as shit and a great hunting buddy.
We can all get along when we stop pretending to be what we're not.
I love my Italian snow tires: Dago tru mud, dago tru snow, and when dago flat, dago wop-wop...
Yeah but WAP has a new meaning now.
Biden, the WAPoTUS?
WAPoTATUS
...and if stairs are involved it’s... “WAPoTATUS, two PoTATUS, three PoTATUS, ....FLOOR!!!!
Me too, and that was just from the Irish half of the family.
I absolutely agree rubberbiscuit. I was a skinny, scrawny kid, with knocked knees. As I got into HS I filled out, gained about 80 pounds, grew 9 inches and my knees straightened out. Getting teased as a small kid made me stronger and able to slough it off. I hated to fight, would walk away from one if I was able to, but if not, I could scrap with the best of them. Did I ever get my ass kicked, sure, but I learned from each fight.
Kids need to be picked on so they can grow up, I bet there would be much less trans bull shit.
"wop" allegedly "With Out Papers" but that may be urban myth