Foreign Dudes
I dated a couple of foreign guys awhile back. I was thinking about one of them today and realized how much fun it can be to get lost in translation sometimes. For example, this particular fella was watching me as I was setting up my DVD player and the conversation went like this:
Him: Crystal - I luf yer butt rack
Me: My butt rack? Ha! No, it's called a butt crack.
Him: No, it isn't. You know, because you put your bike in a rack. (Karate chops my butt rack) See, the tire goes here.
Him: Crystal - I luf yer butt rack
Me: My butt rack? Ha! No, it's called a butt crack.
Him: No, it isn't. You know, because you put your bike in a rack. (Karate chops my butt rack) See, the tire goes here.
posted by Crystal at 1:22 AM
3 Comments:
This is really funny. I was once told by a portugese guy that I had a "little animal" on me. I thought a weasel was after me! It turned out to be tiny bug.
One man's crack is another man's rack, I always say.
i can't even believe that his comment would be becoming in any culture. word-choice aside, what a ridiculous thing to say! (though i am sure you have a nice crack, don't get me wrong)
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