Muppers' story reminds me...
We were selling our house in York a few years back. A very nice French woman, with very good English was interested. She viewed the house, rang up later and asked if she could come back with a friend the next day. Excellent. She came round with the friend, they did the tour, chatting excitedly together etc. Came back down and she said she was putting in an offer. Result! We made a bit of small talk:
Me: "Do you live in York?"
Her: "Yes, I work at the University, I live on campus at the moment."
Me: "Really? What do you teach? French?"
Her: "No, micro-biology."
Me: "......"
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Mon 16 May 2011, 16:45, 8 replies)

but she's french...
how could she teach anything but?
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Tue 17 May 2011, 9:34, closed)

Yeah, right.
I suppose she wasn't wearing any onions around her neck, either?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 17 May 2011, 9:34, closed)

and no bicycle

( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Tue 17 May 2011, 12:47, closed)

or stripy shirt

( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Tue 17 May 2011, 12:47, closed)

and not smoking Galloise

( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Tue 17 May 2011, 12:47, closed)

and no curly moustache.

( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Tue 17 May 2011, 12:48, closed)

hairy armpits
mmm
( rofl harris, Tue 17 May 2011, 13:49, closed)

whilst eating a horse steak
whilst shouting CHOU Durgghhhhh
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Tue 17 May 2011, 14:07, closed)