Mulunyan. :lol:
PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA: As I said before, I’m not lucky enough to have any Italian ancestry that I know of, but — but I consider myself an honorary Italian, because I love all things Italian, and the United States would not be what we are, or who we are, without the contributions of generations of Italian-Americans.
An Arab family was considering putting their grandfather (Abdullah) in a nursing home. All the Arab Facilities were completely full, so they had to put him in an Italian home.
After a few weeks in the Italian facility, they came to visit Grandpa.
How do you like it here?” asked the grandson.
“It’s wonderful! Said Abdullah.
Everyone here is so courteous and respectful,” said grandpa.
“We’re so happy for you. We were worried that this was the wrong place for you, since you are a little different from everyone.”
Oh, no! Let me tell you about how wonderfully they treat the residents,” Abdullah said with a big smile.
“There’s a musician here – he’s 85 years old. He hasn’t played the violin in 20 years, and everyone still calls him Maestro!
There is a judge in here – he’s 95 years old. He hasn’t been on the bench in 30 years and everyone still calls him Your Honor.
There’s a dentist here – 90 years old. He hasn’t fixed a tooth for 25 years, and everyone still calls him Doctor!
And Me – I haven’t had sex for 35 years, and they still call me The f**king Arab.
“Hello, friend. I saw your sign out there and came over to see your horse for sale.”
Now, the Italian farmer speaks very poor English, but he manages to answer well enough. “Yep, yep, disa is da horse for-a sale.”
“This horse here?” quizzes the old farmer. “Why, he’s a fine horse! Why-ever would you sell him?”
“Well,” sighs the Italian farmer, “he no looka so good anymore.”
The old farmer, convinced that his neighbor has lost his mind, makes the sale and leads the horse across his field over to the stable. As he taps the horse gently on the back to coax him into the stable, he watches as the horse misses the door completely and smacks head first into the wall. “That ol’ cheat sold me a near blind horse!” growls the old farmer.
He then proceeds to storm over across the field, reigns in hand, to give his neighbor a piece of his mind. “You sold me a near blind horse, you ol’ cheat, and you didn’t even tell me!” he screams.
“Eh! I tolla you!” cries the Italian farmer. “I say, ‘He no looka so good anymore!'”
ITALIAN PASTA DIET – IT WORKS!
AND…. here’s the final word on nutrition and health.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like.
Speaking English is apparently what kills you!