Oh yeah...
When I was 14, I went on a french exchange and bloody hated it. Mainly coz I couldn't speak French. One night I'd slept funny so I had a crick in my neck. I went into the kitchen in the morning, having psyched myself up to start the day with a frenchy friendly phrase. I announced 'J'ai un peu mal dans ma cou.' They fell about in helpless laughter. Except dad, who looked embarasseed. Apparently I'd pronounced it 'cul'.
Which means arse.
Arse.
P.S. My now-boyfriend's french, but being aware of the dangers, I only speak french in impolite company. Fortunately, this includes most of his family :D
(spida, Thu 13 Jan 2005, 8:23, Reply)