{ Wednesday, July 7, 2004 }
Accidents will happen when one doesn't understand the full import of the words one is using
Ouch. This reminds me of the time I was in a remote pueblo in Mexico and went into a cantina where a bunch of very old men were singing along with the jukebox "I don't want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself..."
There haven't been that many instances of awkward Nethlish that I've found since being here in Amsterdam, just some Gouda that said "Cheese with Historical Ripening" and the amusing tortilla rebranding.
LINK | 7:10 AM | TB