No matter what angle i look at that from, i still can't figure out what that is. Care to elaborate?

All mutts like a scratch on the tummy

Heinz 57 is a ketchup with 57 different varieties. I have nearly all of Europes blood in me, mostly German though, with France, England and the rest mixed in there somewhere. Just means I'm a mutt.

Just as well i have a never ending supply of scooby snacks then isn't it?

A-rooo! Scooby snacks!

English, scottish. Oh hey, no need to tell ME about scots with bad tempers. A certain male friend of mine who is also of scottish blood, he can go into a fit of rage like nobodys business. Ya i sure do know about that one. :)

Must be those kilts. A cool draft on one's, ahem, could make anyone crazy.

Registered curb setter

From which curb do you hail?

My Great X 3 grandmother was Irish, But she had her own House of ill repute in Deadwood South Dakota in the 1860"s soit truly beats the hell out of me.

I am Texan.

Born and raised on the plains. I ain't sure that "mouthy red neck" is an ethnicity.

My Dad is Polish with Jew blood. My womb donor bailed out when I was 6 months old....so I never where she was from.


So....I walk...talk...love and hate...like a Texan.

I am a very unfortunate mutt. My dad was RC, mom, Jewish, and in Hungary Jews hate and fear the Hungarians, and Hungarians hate and despise the Jews.

I came to Canada for different reasons, but here I found that suddenly people were willing to talk to me and listen to me, without first wanting to beat me, rape me and murder me.

It's an incredible thing, not belonging to a race, or if you decide you do, you can't do that without any amount of self-loathing. Your two halves want to see the other half dead, due to torture, hard physical labour, no food, and severe daily beatings, or at least emaciated and sleep-deprived to near comatose exhaustion levels.

I really can't account how I have been able to survive communism, ideological torture, general poverty, Hungarian cruelty, and Jewish conniving, without losing my soul or my life before I defected at 18.

But I am nice and fat now, as you can see it on the picture.

sicilian and let the list begin a.k.a.mutt

You could get a DNA test done. They can tell you now your entire family tree, including tribes, states and countries, all the way back to Ghinghis Khan or Othello. It's amazing. Apparently I am the descendant of a water buffalo, that was stationed overnight at my greatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgrandfather's mudhut in Persia, and one thing led to another. I guess old gramfa liked a little booze and a lot of sloppy, slippery, smelly warm shhhht in his bed. Plus the waterbuffalo was from different parts, so it was considered "fresh meat" in gramfa's shoot-hut village. In the wrong sense of the term.

Cherokee/Irish

I hear it's a bad combination, maybe should be on some reservation somewhere.

I can relate to that, because i do believe it is my Irish side that prevents the Maori from throwing you in a slow cooker...*pokes wux*...hmmmm....about 3 hours i reckon

Mother's side my grandfather's mother was American Indian seminole/ choctaw and his father german/ english he met my grandmother (korean) during the korean war in Puson, my mother was born on a military base in Puson, Korea

My father was born in Charleston, WV to my grandmother who married a man of the cloth they had four children one of which became a man of the cloth. their heritage is irish english german and cherokee

I didn't know that the Irish had reservations.

[I live within the modern territory of the Cherokee Nation.]

At least in the New World I can honestly look into the mirror every morning when I face up to shave, and not feel like punching me in the face brutally with a lead pipe, or like offering myself a good deal of a computer at seven times the purchase price brand new, and which is a mere shell of a computer case, not containing any inyards whatsoever, and doing the job so well, that I'd jump on the opportunity.

Hand-to-hand combat used to be a daily occurrance for me every morning in the washroom in Hungary, concurrently with taking my lonely, forelorn, singular and mutty a.m. crap.

Beware, young lady... a bowlful of me now, and the cholesterol content will kill you within five hours tops.

If not the cholesterol, then your teeth will fall out due to the high sugar content (diabetes), and if not that, then my aresenic content. (In Hungary mothers in poorer families gave arsenic-licks to their young to suck on. Arsenic never leaves your body -- at least not through the nic on your arse.)