Brick: "Chekov [me] is doing good work"
Sebastian: "Chekov is doing ALL the work!"
Bishop Fautz: "I can say mustard in Spanish! Moose tard!"
me: "you're sunburnt"
Harrison: "no! it's a sexy tan!"
me: "no, it's a sunburn"
Harrison: "well at least it's a sexy red!"
Harrison: "we've finally got a man here!"
me: "are you calling me a man?"
Harrison: "I mean, we've got...um...a very manly...um..."
Cecilia: "I'm gonna marry a Polynesian and have lots of kids and live in Italy with a summer home in Australia!"
me: "is the guy you like Polynesian"
Cecilia: "oh...dang it"
me: "it's ok. he could get a culture change. it's like a sex change...but BETTER!"
Brick: "he was snoring so loud, and I just kept thinking, 'well, at least SOMEONE is getting some sleep.' next time I go camping I'm bringing nasal strips!"
me (at Little America on the way back to Utah, and in my bad Russian accent): "I am a Russian polygamist!" (because we were all dressed in pioneer clothes and looked like polygamists)
Julia: "did you just say what I think you said?"
me (still with the accent): "yes, they are much better than the American type!"
me (switching to my normal accent): "and look at how good my American accent is getting! I've been practicing"
these random kids at the table next to us were giving me very strange looks...
so that was my trek! sounds fun, huh? it totally was!
That is fun, Commissar Kristina
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Sounds way fun. Mother Russia would be proud.
ReplyDeleteYou are a Russian polygamist. You may as well be proud of it.
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