Fathis Munk posted:

How the gently caress does your language even work to get that kind of pronunciation ? I mean French and German have a couple weird ones but come on.

EmmyOk posted:

Oisín = Usheen

sweeperbravo posted:

I really want to name my kid this now, thanks.

hyperhazard posted:

iirc, Poisin literally means kitten, right?

EmmyOk posted:

Please call your child Poisín and when people ask if it's pronounced poison respond with

EmmyOk posted:

I use piscín but in the one of the others it is puisín! There's 3 unique dialects and a 4th that's a melting pot of the other 3. In your final exam's listening portion you have to listen to people from each dialect. Which is surprisingly diverse for such a tiny country!

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trickybiscuits posted:

I'm so glad imgur is anonymous so I can upload this without attaching my name to it.

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This Snuggle Isn’t Working For Me
HOME | BALTIMORE, MD, USA | MARRIAGE & PARTNERS
(My husband has a cold and I am giving him a hard time about it.)

Husband: “Where are you going?”

Me: “The bedroom.”

Husband: “Why?”

Me: “I don’t know, maybe there will be snuggles in there.”

Husband: “I don’t want to get you sick”

Me: *pouts*

Husband: “I’m serious. It’s why I didn’t snuggle anyone at work today.”

(His office is 100% male.)

Me: “Wha…? Do you often snuggle your coworkers?”

Husband: “All the time. What do you think we do during lunch?”

Me: *stares*

Husband: “Yeah, so if I skipped out on the daily lunch-snuggle, I’m definitely not going to make my wife sick by snuggling her. You should be thanking me for my considerate nature.”

Khazar-khum posted:

Some people are in nursing homes because they can't handle their daily tasks well, such as cooking and cleaning.

Then there are these people.

EmmyOk posted:

That was pretty good bringbackmyfish!
To learn Irish just go to an all-Irish school as a child where they scream at you till you cry if you speak English!

buzzfeed posted:

When I was 18, I worked in an ice cream shop. Star employee and making my way up to supervisor, I had a long night out with friends and didn't want to go to work. Called the owner and told him, "Sorry but I have anal glaucoma," after asking what it was I informed him "I just don't see my a** coming into work today!" Gave me the day off with pay for making him laugh so hard!

bringmyfishback posted:

My dad claims he briefly went to a Welsh school back in the fifties where they would just hit you if you spoke English (this might be STDH.) Unsurprisingly, he cannot speak Welsh.

The White Dragon posted:

Teaching techniques in the 50s were horrendous and I wouldn't be surprised if this is Stuff That Did Happen because it's the same method the US used to try and kill off languages since they started letting natives get an education.

bringmyfishback posted:

My dad claims he briefly went to a Welsh school back in the fifties where they would just hit you if you spoke English (this might be STDH.) Unsurprisingly, he cannot speak Welsh.

Khazar-khum posted:

Then there are these people.

Captain Monkey posted:

I can absolutely believe this as I got hit a couple times in Pre-School for writing with my left hand in Texas. In the 80's. We had a really old teacher, and I was probably one of the last students to ever be forced into being a righty in the US.

edit: Jokes on her, I broke my right hand a couple years after, and now I can't write with either of them very well!

Boywhiz88 posted:

Ugh. I'm most annoyed by the user of "easier." Easier isn't the same as more efficient. And frankly, it sounds worse. I just think "easy=lazy."

bringmyfishback posted:

Thanks! I earned that D. If I get drunk, I can definitely say "the cat is on the table" and "close the door."

My dad claims he briefly went to a Welsh school back in the fifties where they would just hit you if you spoke English (this might be STDH.) Unsurprisingly, he cannot speak Welsh.

BrigadierSensible posted:

A late 20s dude I used to work with is Irish, (from Ireland), and he is bilingual-ish. He said he went to a normal school, but there was 'Irish Camp' where you had to speak Irish all the time, even amongst peers, and would get severely punished for using English.

I can easily see the same sort of thing happening in Wales.

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A Total Brazil Nut
RESTAURANT | FRANCE | FOOD & DRINK, GEOGRAPHY, LANGUAGE & WORDS
(Every year I work at a local fair as a waitress, at a travelling Brazilian restaurant. I am not a native, but my Portuguese is perfect. A Brazilian woman, accompanied by a French friend, sits at one of my tables and interrupts other customers while I finish taking their orders.)

Customer: *in Portuguese* “YOU! Come serve me right now! I’m starving. I am Brazilian, you know! Brazilians eat a lot. We are not like these skinny French people who don’t eat a thing. These French people can wait. I can’t!”

(After explaining her the different formulas she can choose from, she goes for all you can eat beef.)

Me: “I will only serve the side dishes, and the meat slicers will cut prime beef into a plate whenever you want it.”

Customer: “My friend doesn’t want to eat; just a cocktail, because she is French, and these people don’t eat like Brazilians.”

(Her friend confirms it to me in French. When her plate and the friend’s cocktail are ready I start serving her the side dishes.)

Customer: *yelling* “What is this? Are you putting me on a diet? This is NOT what I had ordered! I wanted all you can eat beef and you are not serving me meat! This is outrageous! If this were Brazil, you’d be fired straight away!”

Me: “I am sorry; maybe I haven’t explained myself very clearly. I am just serving the side dishes, and the gentlemen other there will come straight to your table and cut beef right into your plate.”

Customer: “I have another HUGE problem. Look at my friend; she’s got nothing to eat. This is so rude of you; you have only served her a drink. She may be one of those skinny French, but she has the right to eat you know! This is clearly not Brazil! What part of Brazil are you from to be such a bad waitress?”

Me: “I am sorry; I’ll bring food to your friend right away. And I am not actually Brazilian. I am a local.”

Customer: “Why would they dare employ a non-Brazilian? This is outrageous! French people are just NOT qualified to work here.”

Me: “Well, you hadn’t noticed my accent until now, so it means my Portuguese is good enough to work here. Besides, I’ve lived in Brazil, I am married to a Brazilian, and I am also a certified samba instructor, so it is not as if I didn’t know anything about your culture.”

Customer: “I can’t believe this! This is a scandal! You are not Brazilian! You are such a bad waitress! Call the boss; I’ll make sure you’ll get fired because you are not Brazilian! You can’t possibly know how to serve us. You are a disgrace to my country!”

(I refused to continue serving her. When she finished eating, she made a scandal at the checkout. While leaving, she met the restaurant’s boss, and told him that the service had been horrible, that I had been rude to her, and that French people shouldn’t work at such a place. She also complained about the ‘fat b*’ she had to deal with at the checkout. The boss replied that no one had ever complained about the quality of my service, and that the ‘fat’ woman at the checkout was his pregnant wife. He told her to never dare come back again, and insulted her in front of a bunch of laughing Brazilians.)

Khazar-khum posted:

Brazilians Brazilians, brazil Brazilians.

hyperhazard posted:

 I am also a certified samba instructor.

Non Serviam posted:

Also, who the gently caress certifies Samba dancers?

Non Serviam posted:

Also, who the gently caress certifies Samba dancers?

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I stopped by the Casey's General Store down the street from my condo about a half hour ago. As I walked in, a slimy-looking dude who reeked of marijuana held the door for me.
"Thank you," I said.
"My pleasure," he said with a badly misguided flirtatious smile.
I collected the item for which I was looking and went to the counter to wait my turn, behind, of all people, the dude. He had already paid for his 32-ounce can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a big bag of Doritos, but he had his phone out, and was talking to his "bro" over Skype. Apparently they and the rest of their pals were playing some sort of scavenger hunt game, and they had to collect certain items from people without actually buying them.
"Do you have a pack of menthols?" the dude asked.
"Only for sale," replied the cashier.
"You got any condoms?" the dude continued.
"Once again, only for sale."
"Do you have an article of women's clothing?"
The cashier glanced at me nervously.
"No," he stated.
"Bummer!" the dude said, and turned to leave, before he noticed me standing there. He stopped in his tracks, and grinned, but before he could open his mouth to speak, I leaned forward and blared, "BACK OFF, PAL, BEFORE I START EXERCISING MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS ON YOU!"
(You can picture me doing this. Admit it.)
The dude grabbed his beer and munchies and hightailed it out of the store, much to the amazement of the cashier, who stood there in stunned silence.
"I never specified which of my Constitutional rights I intended to exercise," I explained as I shrugged and opened my billfold to pay for my item. "For the record, I was planning to embrace my freedom of speech and call that guy out on the creep that he was."
I walked out of that store with a complimentary day-old cinnamon roll.
NEVER MESS WITH AN IOWA REPUBLICAN WOMAN.

OctoberBlues posted:

Living in Iowa, I can confirm that made up story is pretty much the highest achievable life goal for 99 percent of Iowa Republicans.

EmmyOk posted: