Bro, I just took a huge dump bro.
Don't go in there bro...the Italian space shuttle is f*cking grounded.
Don't go in there bro...the Italian space shuttle is f*cking grounded.
by Chiuch April 14, 2011
When an Italian (or slightly Italian) person does something in a really Italian way, such as use lots of hand gestures or say something in a jersey "Guido" way.
Haley: *Uses lots of hand motions trying to explain something*
Jason: Dude, your Italian is showing.
Jason: Dude, your Italian is showing.
by Honeyofthestars23 January 25, 2011
A gay Italian fish is referencing the movie "Luca". Saying that they are a gay sea monster from italy. Because, Alberto Scorfano and Luca Paguro are both Gay Italian Fish.
by Me.is.real August 28, 2021
by Jack Lichen July 11, 2021
A broken arm or two broken arms in plaster, Originated from the fact that Italians love to make hand actions while speaking.
Guy 1: Awh nasty man, Two broken arms!
Guy 2: I know right, I guess I now have an Italian speech impediment :( .
Guy 2: I know right, I guess I now have an Italian speech impediment :( .
by The-Love-Doctor March 09, 2012
Italian marching band
It’s a group of Italian cousins getting out of work, walking in a giant group towards Nona’s house for some fresh pasta and meatballs. Their steps and voices can be heard from miles away.
It’s a group of Italian cousins getting out of work, walking in a giant group towards Nona’s house for some fresh pasta and meatballs. Their steps and voices can be heard from miles away.
Pedestrian: what’s that noice?
Pedestrian 2: it’s fine, it’s just the lucali family in their Italian marching band.
*Several miles away*
Cousin 1: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 2: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 3: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 4: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 5: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 6: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 7: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 8: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 9: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 10: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 11: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 12: Ay! I’m walking here
Pedestrian 2: it’s fine, it’s just the lucali family in their Italian marching band.
*Several miles away*
Cousin 1: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 2: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 3: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 4: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 5: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 6: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 7: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 8: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 9: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 10: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 11: Ay! I’m walking here
Cousin 12: Ay! I’m walking here
by 7akeshi September 12, 2018
There are several parts to this act, and it evolves over the course of several months. Please, do read on;
1. First, you shit in a large 1-gallon plastic baggy for roughly a week. Be sure to seal this in an even larger baggy, as to keep it from bursting prematurely. A good diet to get your shit to the right consistency is very spicy Indian food.
2. Next, you take said bag and put it under your furnace for about a month. Be sure to check it every once in a while. If you smell bad kung pao, then you know that you've got a mess to clean up.
3. After allowing the plastic to melt with it's age and heat exposure, you take this, by now moldy, sack of shit, and sneak up on a friend.
4. You tap this friend on the shoulder. As they turn around, you slap 'em right in the face with the sack. Because said sack is rather old and weak, it will involuntarily explode, covering you and your friend in a hot moldy residue of three months of carefully planned ANGER.
1. First, you shit in a large 1-gallon plastic baggy for roughly a week. Be sure to seal this in an even larger baggy, as to keep it from bursting prematurely. A good diet to get your shit to the right consistency is very spicy Indian food.
2. Next, you take said bag and put it under your furnace for about a month. Be sure to check it every once in a while. If you smell bad kung pao, then you know that you've got a mess to clean up.
3. After allowing the plastic to melt with it's age and heat exposure, you take this, by now moldy, sack of shit, and sneak up on a friend.
4. You tap this friend on the shoulder. As they turn around, you slap 'em right in the face with the sack. Because said sack is rather old and weak, it will involuntarily explode, covering you and your friend in a hot moldy residue of three months of carefully planned ANGER.
I hit Joel with an Italian Hot Pocket the other day. I don't think the smell will come off of him until all his skin has peeled off in another, oh, lets say three years.
by fubsish October 08, 2009