|
you guys and your metal pronunciations. I remember my one foray to Europe back in '77. I had come from Holland with some strange dark brown substance that I felt I needed to smoke. Upon arrival at the hostel in Birmingham (and a bloody aweful breakfast of spaghetti and eggs), I asked the owner for some "aluminum foil" so I could fashion a smoking implements. I got a confused look back. I got a bit nervous ("dude, he's on to me"), but repeated, "I need some aluminum foil...I need to fix my backpack." He finally understood and said, "oh, aluminium...here ya go."
Damn language barrier almost prevented me from enjoying my...um...what was I talking about?
|