And it’s multipurpose! Of course an Italian fidget spinner would be intrinsically linked to food. And not just any food, the world’s favourite Italian food: Pizza.

Italian folk are known for a few things and one of the pervasive stereotypes is the supposed pointed fingers gesture. I feel like seeing this in Scotland would make you second guess where you are!

Mario, possibly the the world’s cookie cutter idea of an Italian character. But did you know that if you zoom in really close, he’s fulfilling his obligation to do “Italian hand”.

It must be pretty difficult to pick up a coffee with Italian hands. Maybe that’s why they drink espresso from tiny cups, so the idea of putting your fingers around a handle is never even an option?

Why am I super hungry all of a sudden? If you think it’s because even the mention of spaghetti would make me hungry straight away, you’re exactly right.

This lil guido is hungry fella, and he’s not shy about letting his ma know. Gimme milk wassa matta witchu?

Ok, now I’m hungry! Here’s the official leaked photo from a post-war infiltrator. Italian? American? The best of both worlds?

Well, that started off pretty sweet, I’m not so sure about the response though…That definitely reads as a tad more American!

…Unless you want some Italian cutlery. You do you if that’s what you want, I just don’t see this being a particularly effective fork.

Well, if this is the firepower the Italians were packing I know who I’m siding with! So long as the grenades are actually mozzarella balls!

What a bellissimo breed of horse is this? Now that’s an Italian stallion! Sorry Sylvester, you’ve been replaced.

How else can you check the weather if you don’t get a feel for the temperature yourself? So it stands to reason that this is the precise image of an Italian checking the weather.

I’m not sure if whoever made this meme knows how pants work, but they’ve got the spirit. Personally, I think the world would be a better place with finger-pants.

Well now maybe this explains why Vivaldi was more focussed on the violin, but I can’t imagine playing that particularly well with connected fingertips!

Just imagine a job interview with this form of handshake. I can’t imagine a business deal being finalised with a hearty Italian “Boi” shake.

Ah, the truly majestic Italian duck. They migrate south for the winter, where Italian grass grows tall (also with tiny joined fingers).

When life in the kitchen is getting to be a little too much, I turn to pasta too, but more in an eat-too-much-of-it kind of way. Mama Mia indeed.

I could write something dirty about carbonara sauce, I could write something dirty about ham. I could change the first letter of riccota, but I would NEVER stoop so low…also I probably don’t even have to with dirty minds like ours.

Well I’ve never written a “commento” before, but I sure would like to read some to shine some light on this subject! Also, even more Italian- is that a mozzarella stick in the background?

Well that’s one hell of a to-do list! Imagine having to orecchiette right after you ravioli! I can’t even imagine doing all that before you rigatoni, all in one day!

Well I hope this is the prequel to Italien vs. Parmesan, because I would watch the hell out of that! If the moon is in fact made of cheese, that’s where this species would come from?

It’s too bad you don’t get Google translate for dogs. Maybe you could get someone from Switzerland to translate since they live right smack in the middle.

Well it looks as if the Italian way of problem solving involves a few more steps than some of the other nationalities. Personally, I like Spain’s approach best.

I guess Van Helsing has always had it out for Italians, who knew? I feel like wearing a necklace of garlic would be a surefire way to attract an Italian, not repel them.

The outlets in Italy must look pretty unique. I wonder if it’s measured in watts, or wattsammadawichyou’s?

Well social media would be a little different if this replaced the good old fashioned like button. You do have to wonder what the share button would look like…

Anyone who’s ever spent time around an Italian family will know that the goodbyes can often be take a lot longer than a quick ciao bella!

Why go on a show like Who Wants to Be A Millionaire, when you can get a million questions from your Italian Ma jusy by telling her you’re going out?

…That’s what happens in Grease right? Whether or not it is, this cool lightning is A-OK. Eeeeyyyyy. Mybe we need that Italian like button back.

Considering the blood of Christ is actually wine, it stands to reason that the body could be a delicious piece of soppressata. Then you’d hope for mass every day!

Italian people can be very expressive, and it all seems to come out through their hands. It can seem as if every word has a correspsonding gesture.

If you’re Italian, it may just be yelling. I’d take a yelling love language over passive aggression any day!

Is there any more Italian a sound than the tearing noise of getting up from a plastic couch on a hot night? Maybe if you had some bubbling pasta sauce in the background.

Well Italian families are known for being big, so if you’re going to invite around the relatives, fest have a festival ground ready.

Italians and food. Food and Italians. A quick visit to Nonna’s house can often have you not walking out, but ROLLING out.

I’d like to see what happens when the police need to check the security cameras after a theft. They’d go into this Nonna’s house looking for clues but come out stuffed with food.

No beef with Olive garden, but whether or not their food can be considered “real” Italian food is up for debate. The breadsticks however, are indisputably delicious.

Well in this day and age, beards are a sought after commodity it helps to be able to grow one with ease! I don’t know about Wookie level growth but at least it affords you some creative grooming options.

Why not wear a bow tie that allows you to take a quick snack. The question is; do you want to wear the snack or BE the snack?

You can study Italian with Duolingo, language courses and private tuition, but “Italian Family” is a language in and of itself.

Maybe it only counts if there is an exchanging of words? Is it not technically an argument if instead of two conflicting stand-points, there’s just one very hard rolling pin?

Whatcha gonna do? I guess a good relationship is based on compromise. Unless that is, if it’s a compromise of sauces.

Well if you’ve got an Italian dad, chances are you’ve heard that phrase before. You can be in the middle of a desert and your Pap’s gut is telling him you’re almost there.

First rule of Italian club is, you do NOT talk about Italian club. The second rule of Italian club is, you do NOT explain this meme to anyone.

And if you still want not, then just throw it out already ma! How many times do you need to decide not to eat those alpha-bits before you can throw those damn leftovers out?

…You still have to have a lot. Sorry those are the rules, but when Nonna says it’s time to eat, it’s time to EAT.

If they’re calling you “muscles” then no problems! If however, they’re calling you rat-face, you may have bigger problems…

For those who have Italian mother’s you’d know what it means to be a survivor. Stay strong.

Who else is going to watch over the petunias? This is the surefire giveaway of an Italian garden. Is this…Olive Garden?

Bless those quick reacting skin-cells! When all it takes is a walk to the corner store and back to get the summer glow going!

I don’t know about you, but I like my DNA a little more done than just al dente! This does however explain why Italian genes are so strong!

For all the little ragazzi’s and ragazzo’s, maybe overt your eyes, and do NOT say this word around your mother unless you want the spoon!

If marinara wasn’t legal then I wouldn’t wanna obey the law! I’d go to prison for pasta sauce, best believe we’re having some great cell-block cook ups!

There seems to be somewhat of a theme developing. After 54 slides I guess you’d hope there would be! Sorry again Olive Garden, I guess your main demographic is probably not actual Italians.

Whether it’s the pasta in your pockets or the 2 pounds of hair product in your hair, when another Italian spots you and you share that special look, you know you’ve found a brother.

Thank God for the Italians for walking so that we could run. Without their brave contributions to the culinary world, where would we even be?

Well I gotta say this one is probably not exclusively for Italian guys, but nevertheless it’s a struggle I’m sure women everywhere can understand.

You come to me, on this the day of my diaper’s emptying, asking me for a favour. Say hello to my little friend! *pulls out pacifier*

Hell, I know Scorsese didn’t actually write this, but it somehow…works. I guess in the Italian spirit, the we can practically hear the Goodfellas chuckling to this joke.

What are you gonna do? NOT wear sunnies inside? At night? In the dark? I don’t think so buddy, I don’t think so!