This is Japan, this is ja-spatula, this is ja-whisk, this is ja-wok, this is ja-mixer, this is ja-fork, this is ja-spoon, and these are ja-chopsticks.
That's Irsay.
*Good morning *Buenos dias *Bonjour *Guten Morgen *Boungiorno *Bom dia *God morgon *Selamat pagi *Goedemorgen *God morgen *Dobroye utro
He cracks under pressure
Jonathan Duolingo
It means a lot to them.
Wrapping paper.
I replied "Yes you may, go right ahead and ask"
It was an unspoken agreement.
Trash Talk.
No idea why the school hired him.
February. It has the least days.
Half of what I say makes sense
He disappeared without a tres.
It means a lot to them.
Sounds easy, but the process is painstaking .
He found his way to the men's department where a young lady offered to help him. "Quiero calcetines," said the man.
"I don't speak Spanish, but we have some very nice suits over here," said the salesgirl. "No, no quiero trajes. Quiero calcetines," said the man.
"Well, these shirts are on sale this week," declared the salesgirl. "No, no quiero camisas. Quiero calcetines," repeated the man.
"I still don't know what you're trying to say. We have some fine pants on this rack," offered the salesgirl. "No, no quiero pantalones. Quiero calcetines," insisted the man.
"These sweaters are top quality," the salesgirl probed. "No, no quiero sueter. Quiero calcetines," said the man.
"Our undershirts are over here," fumbled the salesgirl, beginning to lose patience. "No, no quiero camisetas. Quiero calcetines," the man repeated.
As they passed the underwear counter, the man spotted a display of socks and happily grabbed a pair. Holding them up he proclaimed, "¡Eso sí que es!"
"Why didn't you just spell it in the first place?!" yelled the salesgirl.
Anything you want to call them, they cannot hear.
Her name was Himcules
Pun-Jabi
proceeds to the nearest exit
No tres-passing
Rapscallion!
7 of the languages is 10 out of 10 but my German is 9
Because anything more than one is murder.
They did unspeakable things to me
I’ll never forget that first day at school when the teacher asked did we know any French...
It means a lot to them.
You can bet your ass I have a bone to pick with him.
I have a feeling he is turning a deaf ear.
You have to listen varicosely
Now you can talk about Botox and nobody raises an eyebrow.
...before we got off the elevator
“Do you feel alright? Gosh I don’t know what your mom put in these things, but I falafel.”
(Falafel —> “feel-awful”)
