|Scoop that poop.|
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
|Answer: Death Valley.|
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
|Knit your own poulet.|
Monday, January 23, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
|Some things you just can't hide.|
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
|Monsters and postcards living in harmony.|
Monday, January 16, 2012
|Probably the same look Moses had on his face.|
He said, "La gente abajo estaban . . . haciendo . . . uh. . haciendo. . . " (All the people below were doing . . .uh . . . doing . . ."
He just couldn't come up with a good word to explain how Moses' people were misbehaving. The man we were teaching finished his sentence for him with "Un orgia" (an orgy). Ew.
My companion, not recognizing the word, thought that it sounded right and said, "YES! Exactly. An orgy." He continued to explain that the people were orgying and orgying and that we need to fight in our personal lives not to fall into the bad habit of orgying. I don't think a missionary has ever used the word "orgy" so many times while teaching about the Bible. Good advice really. We all learned something that day.
Friday, January 13, 2012
|Downward Facing Dog|
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
|Caught in the rain.|
Monday, January 9, 2012
"Нам нужно купить сахар." (Nam nuzhno kupitʹ sakhar, or, "We need to buy sugar!")
What he actually yelled:
"Нам нужно купить суку." (Nam nuzhno kupitʹ suku, or, "We need to buy a b!+$h!")
Friday, January 6, 2012
|Proud weekend partygoer.|
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
|Notice the lack of coconuts (and poop).|
Me: Eu não gosto de comer cocô. (I don't like to eat poop.)
Brazilian: Não? Eu acho que ninguém gosta! (No? I don't think anyone does!)
Me (looking confused): Ohhh. That's right. Eu não gosto de comer coco. (I don't like to eat coconut.)
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
|You didn't know he was Taiwanese, did you?|
One day during recess, I was standing next to three classmates.
One asked me, "Michael, what's your last name?" I gave a puzzled look. She asked again, "What's your last name?" Again, I gave that confused look. She said, "You know, Michael . . ." and paused after my first name.
I thought maybe she was asking if I knew any famous people named Michael. So when she gave her last attempt and said, "Michael . . . you know, Michael what?" I blurted out "Jackson." Immediately the three burst out laughing, and I realized that I had said something completely out of context, but I still didn’t know what “last name” meant.
To make matters worse, the same girl later asked the teacher to ask me the same question once we returned to the classroom. Again I said, "Jackson." That's when my teacher politely corrected me and told me, "No it is Tsai, your last name is Tsai." That's how I learned what a last name is.