when you realize that your oven hates you, then it's time to start worrying
udita in un pub [chiacchiere fra assistenti]:
A: my french flatmale hate me. he don't like me. i don't know why, because i like him.
B: oh, i see... that's a pity.
A: yeah. and you know my over?
B: what?
A: ehm, the over... the thing you cook food?
B: ...
C: i think she means her OVEN.
A: yeah, my oven. he hate me too!!
B: does you oven hate you? really?
A: yeah, 'cause i tried to use him, but he didn't worked and then my french flatmale came and he worked. he is a french oven so he also hate me.
B: oh!
C: you know what? you should be really worried: i think there's a kind of french plot against you...
A: yeah, that's what i think too.
B: oh, i see... that's a pity.
A: yeah. and you know my over?
B: what?
A: ehm, the over... the thing you cook food?
B: ...
C: i think she means her OVEN.
A: yeah, my oven. he hate me too!!
B: does you oven hate you? really?
A: yeah, 'cause i tried to use him, but he didn't worked and then my french flatmale came and he worked. he is a french oven so he also hate me.
B: oh!
C: you know what? you should be really worried: i think there's a kind of french plot against you...
A: yeah, that's what i think too.
posted by balira at 2:29 PM
3 Comments:
Thanks so much for your comments on my blog. Unfortunately, I won't be able to comment as well on yours, as the only languages I can read are French and English. Anyone, thanks for reading and always being so supportive.
hi marcib.. thank you for "caming" to say hello, anyway! i'll keep reading you..
[damn blogger that doesn't let you edit your own comments...]
ehm, ehm... coming, i meant...
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