I was eating dinner with my parents in the back garden yesterday. It was an amazing day so all my neighbors were out aswell and being the dysfunctional anti-social pricks that we are we didn’t want to have to talk to them.
So, naturally, my dad started speaking in Irish and we all slipped in without a bother. Then, the aul goat remembered he was in the process of trying to learn French so we all started speaking in French(well, my mam spoke, I stuttered and my dad cooed). Then, we got bored of French and started trying to speak Spanish(dad used to live in Barca, me and mam didn’t have a clue) before decending once more into a bizzarre Irish/French/Spanish/Shouting mash of vowels and grunts. It was deadly!
I wanna learn Spanish and become a matador(or a bull)
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babychaos // May 7, 2008 at 6:44 pm
Just goes to show that when foreign tourists speak other languages they are LAUGHING at us!
Smirk.
cheers
BC
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