Lately, I’ve been trying to learn a second language. Some people find this humorous, considering the struggles I have with my first language, but I believe in giving up and moving on, so French is my new adventure.
Luckily, I have a friend, Maverik Midget King, who is fluent in French and is in the process of learning English. He really speaks English goodly – both spoken and written. This fact has given me hope and provided me with a lot of laughs.
The other day he and his girlfriend were making jam and he decided to email pictures of the activity to me. I opened my email account to find several messages from him and one of the subject lines read, ‘Homade rape.’ As I told my boss, “Who doesn’t automatically open that email to see what it is all about?” His response, “Me. I wouldn’t click on that.” Everybody is different. After doing a double take, I opened the email to find the rest of the subject line, ‘Homade rapesberry jam.’ Even better than I had suspected. Sleepless told me she likes it best with pancakes.
The next day, I received another email from Maverik Midget King. He is a fan of America and, some time ago, made a special request for ‘flag swim trunks.’ I shopped around and finally found a pair. In addition, I found some flag/U.S.A. pajama bottoms and sent all of his patriotic wares to him. He was more than excited to receive this package and sent me an email to say thanks, “My pyjama is amazing everybody says that!? Jealous?! For sure:-)) I wear my American short soon for the bitch sorry beach:-))”
Raspberry. Rapesberry. Beach. Bitch. Thank you. Nice ass. Same, same, but different.