The language barrier

Last night ACWF and I went to have dinner with mokiejovis, his 10-ruples-gets-you-a-bride wife AKA my sister-in-law, her father, and her grandparents.

Mokie’s wifey, M, has her roots in Spain, Argentina, and France. Her dad, V, has his roots in Spain and France. The GPs, as far as I know, are old school Argentine. So M and V are bilingual, but the GPs are not.

This made for an interesting evening when we were eating crabs and drinking beers. V, who is a devilish bastard but hilarious no less, kept telling us things to say in Spanish to be polite to his in-laws. Luckily I know Spanish better than I can speak it, so when he told me to say that I like to suck balls, I could tell the GPs that it was indeed V who liked to suck balls. Though my translating kind of went to crap when I tried to explain something, but accidentally said, “No. I don’t castrate myself.”

All in all it was a good night, and I think I made M’s grandmother laugh when I called M un borracho, and told the grandmother, “M cante ‘Yo amo mucho vino. Soy boracho.’

It was also fun to sit and say things like, “Cock. Ass. Sack. Wang.” while the GPs smiled politely. ACWF said I was being rude, but I think it would be hilarious if they did the same thing to me.




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