Ouch...now the dry cleaners...worlds collide as the internets reaches it's tubes out to Smith St....woe is me...now everyone will want to bring their schmatta's to be repaired where glamorous women stroll
Only one of the glamorous dames front a salon...one is in a dry cleaner...and the other seems to be in the window of a knick-knack store called Astroturf...and were most likely taken yesterday as they are within steps of the Gowanus Yacht Club...but all three are glamorous babes none the less
Bissage...great comment...but please it's dago with an "a"...a brief dissertation on Italian ethnic slurs...dago is kind of all fashioned and out of usage…..guinea however, always good.....cuszine or cuszinette is a more common modern usage...a babbo can be a slang term for an fool..and my personal favorite...chootch, which is basically an oaf or doofuss …..which is more of a Sicilian term…and what I was called most of my life growing up ½ Irish and ½ Italian. Ciao baby.
Hoo boy, Trooper, you're the product of what we call a "mixed marriage" here in Boston. It starts with the choice of the church. St. Patrick's or St. Charles Borromeo three blocks away?
You then wind up with kids with names like Brian Ciccarelli, Anthony O'Toole, or my favorite for a girl, "Bridget Maria."
1. Right you are, Trooper. That misspelling goes a long way to explain why every time I ever called someone a dego, instead of getting insulted, they just gave me a quizzical look, shrugged their shoulders, and walked away shaking their head.
2. That’s what I get for trusting urbandictionary without consulting wikipedia. As my half-Italian mother would have scolded me, “Aaay, you're STOONAD!”
Bissage you seem kinda ubaatz not really stoonad...but either way you seem like a cool dude...Theo you are on the money when you talk about what parish you are from...in Carroll Gardens everyone's mother was Italian but their father could be something else...every day before grammar school my dad would drop me off at my grandmother's house...she got off the boat in 1912 and always talked in a broken english patois...she was one of the primary influences in my life...so even though I have the map of Ireland on my face...the guinea in me leaks out like the grease at the bottom of a bag of zeppoles...
my favorite salon in brooklyn - especially recommend kelly, for great hair and friendly, personalized service. i always get the haircut i want, and she's a great listener.
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Ouch...now the dry cleaners...worlds collide as the internets reaches it's tubes out to Smith St....woe is me...now everyone will want to bring their
schmatta's to be repaired where glamorous women stroll
"'Mando, Medusa, Mermaid" are interesting teasers for women's spas.
Covers most of the options!
Is this a doo they specialize in at the Medusa Salon?
Only one of the glamorous dames front a salon...one is in a dry cleaner...and the other seems to be in the window of a knick-knack store called Astroturf...and were
most likely taken yesterday as they are within steps of the Gowanus Yacht Club...but all three are glamorous babes none the less
NY, where the '40's lives on, in style and decor.
Brooklyn is such a throwback (in time, that is).
Take a good hard look at that second photo.
That’s a master at the height of his powers.
The deft hands. The charming smile. The rhythmic purpose. Il ballo di amore.
From the Armando, a gown fitting is an episode of dizzying seduction.
That smooth little dego gets so much anello della cipolla there are eight other guys walking around Brooklyn who can’t any at all.
Life ain’t fair on the mean streets of New York.
Bissage...great comment...but please it's dago with an "a"...a brief dissertation on Italian ethnic slurs...dago is kind of all fashioned and out of usage…..guinea however, always good.....cuszine or cuszinette is a more common modern usage...a babbo can be a slang term for an fool..and my personal favorite...chootch, which is basically an oaf or doofuss
…..which is more of a Sicilian term…and what I was called most of my life growing up ½ Irish and ½ Italian. Ciao baby.
Hoo boy, Trooper, you're the product of what we call a "mixed marriage" here in Boston. It starts with the choice of the church. St. Patrick's or St. Charles Borromeo three blocks away?
You then wind up with kids with names like Brian Ciccarelli, Anthony O'Toole, or my favorite for a girl, "Bridget Maria."
1. Right you are, Trooper. That misspelling goes a long way to explain why every time I ever called someone a dego, instead of getting insulted, they just gave me a quizzical look, shrugged their shoulders, and walked away shaking their head.
2. That’s what I get for trusting urbandictionary without consulting wikipedia. As my half-Italian mother would have scolded me, “Aaay, you're STOONAD!”
3. Heh.
Bissage you seem kinda ubaatz not really stoonad...but either way you seem like a cool dude...Theo you are on the money when you talk about what parish you are from...in Carroll Gardens everyone's mother was Italian but their father could be something else...every day before grammar school my dad would drop me off at my grandmother's house...she got off the boat in 1912 and always talked in a broken english patois...she was one of the primary influences in my life...so even though I have the map of Ireland on my face...the guinea in me leaks out like the grease at the bottom of a bag of zeppoles...
my favorite salon in brooklyn - especially recommend kelly, for great hair and friendly, personalized service. i always get the haircut i want, and she's a great listener.
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