
"Bloody Kraut, a" asks, "How did you get your current flame to go out with you? If they turned you down, how bad was it?"
Was it all romantic? Or were the beer goggles particularly strong that night?
( , Thu 28 Aug 2008, 17:32)
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I wrote the current love of my life (and mother of my children (and wearer of all my Be Cheeky purchases) a poem in her own language. Four lines, and it rhymed and made sense. (Which is pretty damn good for poetry in any language!)
4 years later the only meaningful sentence I can say in the language is that poem.
Which is a problem when I really want a loaf of bread and a pint (whoops litre) of milk.
( , Tue 2 Sep 2008, 22:59, 3 replies)

answers on a postcard to 103073, Moscow, Kremlin
include your name and address and the short sentence "Putin is a faggot and loves teh cock"
( , Tue 2 Sep 2008, 23:46, closed)

for the first 6 months of living in the Czech Republic, the only Czech I could speak was "a beer, please" and "a pack of Marlboro please"
( , Wed 3 Sep 2008, 2:06, closed)
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