Joined: Oct. 2005
Oh, Drunk. Forgot about that one. I'm fluent in Drunk. It's a unique language. It's the only language where whatever you said, you regret the next day.
My friend Anna moved, at the age of 5, with her parents to Germany. For some reason, she pouted and very obstinately refused to learn German. She said she then became enraged one day, about a year after the move, when her mom asked her a question, and she replied, and afterwards realized her mom asked her in german.
|Then one day she noticed that they had somehow learned how to swear in Portugese. And apparently quite well, too.|