One Time In Church
When I was in youth group I had a problem that I needed to talk about with my youth pastor, Tony Gideon, about some issues I was having with my grandmother. But my grandmother was sitting right next to me! So instead of getting up and leaving, we just talked to each other in Spanish. He gave me some good advice, and my grandmother was totally oblivious. She just thought it was amusing.
Stumble it!
February 19th, 2009 at 7:29 pm
Wow. Most people would have found that incredibly rude. This old dude I knew when I was younger made no bones that he’d just assume you were talking shit and he’d kick your ass. I was impressed by that, and while I’m less prone to violence, I hold pretty much the same view.
“If you deliberately speak in a different language around me, we’re going to have problems”
February 19th, 2009 at 11:28 pm
SebastesMan, when I speak in Chinese to my finance, it’s so I don’t make people sick with our cute.
me: ni shi tai ke ai!
her: tou ni de yi fu.
me: AI YA!!!!
February 19th, 2009 at 11:53 pm
*suspects a trap*
February 20th, 2009 at 1:06 am
I have to friends that speak fluent german. They tell stories about how I’m a dumbass with no BRAAAAINS or about how one of them doubleteamed some drunk chick with some drunk guy or some other stuff. Then they end up telling me the stories in our native tongue because I pester them like it’s World War BRAAAAAINS.
February 20th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
Strangely enough, no trap.
…
TRAP!
February 21st, 2009 at 1:31 am
Jason, why do you allow Zombies on here? I thought we were friends.
February 21st, 2009 at 8:24 am
This particular zombie had his soul restored by a gypsy curse. I’m pretty sure.
February 21st, 2009 at 5:30 pm
This is why I wanted to have Zombie awareness day at work. Too many people misunderstand our undead brethern.
February 23rd, 2009 at 1:38 am
I don’t misunderstand anything when it comes to the undead. I’m fully aware of Zombies. I don’t need a day.