Ma non fumare.
That would be dangerous.
But yay! The fumes from my paints and then cleaning brushes (with paint thinner) got my roomies and I all loopy. KR was leaving for a big Shakespeare audition (where her fluency in French 'plays' a part...sorry, incessant punning = sure sign of chemical exposure), so JS and I were trying to wish her luck.
JS: "Break a...no wait...break...merde!" Smiles, nods, "Merde."
me: "I like that, ja. Break merde."
KR: "Thanks."
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5 comments:
Eep! Hope KR's fluency was not similarly affected.
Although, I guess it wouldn't matter that much. I mean, Shakespeare. What a hack.
Fumes or not, I would never have come up with "jambe".
Lost: me.
"Jambe" as in leg/support? Is this dirty talk for nerds?
Or are you trying to guess the Great Name?
Isn't it "leg" in French? Am I in left field? Am I outside the ballpark, salvaging half empty bags of peanuts?
We see big violence today! I am clapping my feet.
(Okay, making sure.)
We see big violence! Big! And surrounding us! With a healthy helping of beasts - as if we're wormhole gnomes.
But I hope it's not THAT good. It's only downhill after believable wormhole gnomeness.
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