I’m enjoying the heck out of Lonely Planet’s Czech phrasebook–can you tell that I really ought to be packing instead?
Here are two “found poems” based on their useful suggestions:
1. Glad (sort of) I’m not that young anymore
Kiss me.
Kiss me.
Take this off.
Kiss me.
That was amazing.
Will you marry me?
Would you like a cigarette?
Kiss me.
Do you feel like going for a run?
2. But, Officer….
What am I accused of?
You will be charged with no visa.
You will be charged with traffic violation.
You will be charged with murder.
Just joking!
Kiss me.
One set of phrases offered by Lonely Planet has really made me wonder:
- I’m sorry, it’s not the custom in my country.
- I’m sorry, it’s against my beliefs/culture/religion.
- I don’t mind watching, but I prefer not to participate.
What are these phrases used for–bear-baiting? cannibalism? ethnic jokes? I’ll let you all know if I ever find out. But for now, darn it, Betsy, will you go pack?!!!???