It's far too early in the morning here in beautiful downtown Abiko to come up with anything profound/political/vaguely relevant, ladies and gents of the jury, so allow Our Man to offer these two scraps from his dinner table, before pleading the fifth (of bourbon):
Elder daughter: Dad, why do you like pyjamas on cheese so much?
Our Man: Ehhh?
Elder daughter: You always put loads on your spaghetti.
Our Man: Ohhh, Parmesan cheese.
Younger daughter: Dad, dad it's the fish monkey!
Our Man: Ehhh?
Younger daughter: The fish monkey is coming!
Our Man: (Looks out the window) Ohhh, the fishmonger.
4 comments:
That's what happens when you speak that "funny" English...
And I take it your daughters are still under 12. After that, they will not even deem to talk to you as you clearly know nothing and are a source of constant embarrassment--that is unless there is a bug in her room and only daddy can help with this situation.
Our Man is already well aware the only reason for his existence is to remove errant insects and change dud lightbulbs.
Scraps? This is pure gold my good man. Makes me feel all warm inside hehe.
They speak good English then?
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