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May 18, 2009 |
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Pinata?
FOUND by Ashley
in Woodstock, Ontario, Canada
Someone left this on the counter at my work (a dollar store). I guess Dad needed a separate list. And a pinata.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
Dad's party sounds better, but what are black babbies?
Piñatas aren't Italian, not even in Ontario.
I think "black babbies" are licorice babies. "Ice squares" are made out of coconut, sometimes coloured in stripes--rather like Neapolitan icecream.
As a kid I never liked piñata parties...whacking the heck out of an animal-shaped thing until you bust it open...always made me wonder who was next.
I am totally on-board with this party until #15. Then it starts to get a little strange. What is with weirdo Dad? And what are the rockets for? Do you sell rockets at your dollar store, Ashley?
rockets are the best. I think in the states you call them 'smarties'. small, pill shaped candies in a roll.
There are a lot of tomatoes on this list.
You got your cherry tomatoes, one plain tomato, and then this Italian style tomatoe soup. That must be a tomato in bizarro world?
@ baby basil ... look again, it's not "piñata," it's "piniata," which is a WHOLE different kind of thing. Si?
Okay, you're right, it's not Italian. So how about you pick up one of those "oom-pah band polka records"? No? Ummm, a shamrock-covered... Not that either? Oh, I know, fortune cookies! No?? Well, there's got to be SOME kind of fun Italian thing for parties. Go find it while you're getting the food. We can't just sit around watching all the Godfather movies while we eat.
And don't let the spumoni melt on the way home.
Last year was the Chinese birthday. This year is Italian, and next year will be Mexican. You can have the pinata next year.
Don Corleone: An Italtan Birthday Party? Your daughter is Greek. She is confused.
Bonasera: Let them her pretend to be Italian then as she thinks. [the Don is silent]
Bonasera: How much shall I pay you? [the Don turns away dismissively, but Bonasera stays on]
Don Corleone: Bonasera, Bonasera, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, this scum who confused your daughter would be partying this very day. And if by some chance a popular Dad like yourself had a party it would become my party. And then, they would party with you and we would all party together.
Bonasera: Be my friend... Godfather.
[the Don at first shrugs, but upon hearing the title he lifts his hand, and a humbled Bonasera kisses the ring on it and spittles a tiny bit]
Don Corleone: Good. [He places his hand around Bonasera in a paternal gesture and wipes the spittle on his back wrinkling his nose and rolling his eyes]
Don Corleone: Some day, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to get me a Piñata, and some black babbies, some rockets that go boomboom and some of those nice ice squares for me. But until that day, consider this
party a gift for daughter's birthday. [a gratified Bonasera offers his thanks and leaves]
Don Corleone: [to Hagen] Give this job to Clemenza. I want reliable caterers, people who aren't going to be carried away. I mean, we're not fruity, in spite of what Bonasera thinks...
@ Hiplainsdrifter ... enexelent!
How is black babby formed?
@Curious in Charlotte - When an man and a women love each other very much...
@ mona lisa -- thanks. we do call them Smarties, and that does make more sense.
Although now I'm picturing Dad as doddering, senile, and toothless. Can't handle regular party food. Let's get him a bunch of candies and sweets, eh?
"You laughed at My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Now howl at My Ginormous Italian Birthday."
"Mangia, mangia!"
@ Curious, ilu
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano
Go, go, go you mixed up sicialiano
it's a so delish a ev'rybody come copisha
How to mambo italianoooooo!
'Ats nice!
UNH!
Wo-Oh black babbie,bambalam!
Jolene had always wanted to be Italian. She really liked pizza and Pasta and gondolas... so she really ought to have them for her birthday, don't you think? She'd planned the whole party when she realized there was only pasta and no candy. Piñatas were Italian, right? Maybe, if they were red, white, and green, right? Then her dad came over and said, "Listen honey, don't ask questions but I'm gonna need some red cherries"—he winked strangely—"and some black babbies and ice squares and rockets. I'm gonna get them from my friend Big Al, he sells 'em cheap."
Pinatas and rockets: dad certainly has style. Methinks Junior could learn a thing or two from ol' Giuseppe.
Hmm. Apparently in Canada not only do they sell rockets at the Dollar store, but it also has a wide selection of fresh vegetables. Is this some kind of Dollar Store/Whole Foods combination mutation?
flag on librarian for inappropriate use of "enexcelent".
Ice squares? Is that the Canadian term for ice cubes?
I think it will be a lively party if all is done indoors, particularly in the kitchen.
black babies???!!!???!!!
C'mon baby,do the Motorola!
That's one hell of a dollar store.
Who's my babbie's daddy?
I know you were thinking it.
ice squares refere to ice cubes,a gum