Disclaimer: We are ridiculous and mean no harm.
KtMac: "Is that a hair growing out of your lip?"
Joe: "Yeah. I don't know what the hell it's doing."
KtMac: "Are you sure you don't have some old Polish woman in you somewhere?" (Poking fun of my Polish ancestors' gift to me of a unibrow that requires daily tweezer time.)
Joe: "I may have hair on my lip, but I'm not the old Polish woman in the bathroom." (Referencing a smellier trait my ancestors bestowed upon me.)
KtMac: "Babuska! Pirogi! Paczki!" in a terrible old lady accent as I stab Joe with the toothpaste tube. (Because I don't remember the Polish curse words I grew up hearing.)