When I was a single girl, I dated some pretty interesting characters. Like Greg. Who had a hyphenated last name and spent the better part of most years working as a ski instructor. He was a nice enough guy -- it's just that talking to him was like talking to a foreign exchange student and I got tired of having to bring a Righteous/English dictionary along on all of our dates.
Me: "How was your ski trip?"
Him: "The freshies were epic, bra."
Translation: The untouched fresh snow was rather magnificent, my friend.
Me: "Do I look okay in what I'm wearing?"
Him: "You are a buff nugg."
Translation: I find you to be somewhat attractive and that outfit is particularly fetching.
Last I heard, he was living in Southern California.
Translation: He found his homeland.
Dude, what? He sounds, like, totally normal to me. I bet you guys would have made totally rippin' grommets.
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ReplyDeleteFound you from a comment on LJKGW, and this is funny sunny over here.
I love my humor bloggers, I don't know what I"d do without them.
Oh, wait, yes, I do...cry.
MOre on a dictionary from this guy?
This was so wicked funny.