The first Apple iPhone in France was likened to a Pomme Pilot.
I try to speak the language of hamsters. But the translation gets all gerbiled.
Did Picasso make stained glass windows? Sorry, no Pablo in glaze.
I love it when hipsters speak bad English. Please, kombucha the language!
My efforts to decipher the language of cows are at last gathering moo meant um.
Translating billboards is a difficult a sign meant.
I’m hooked on a TV program called Scones in Canada. Have to admit, I’m only watching it for the Tea and Eh.
Despite sometimes broken English, many immigrants live a half fluent lifestyle.
If you make a mistake ordering soup in a Japanese restaurant, just say “Miso – sorry!” Don’t get bento of shape. They can quickly maki your order and do a rice job it. It’s one of the unagi experiences of life.