Why are fat people
always usually so angry?
Today I was waiting for a medical appointment when two rather large Aussie ladies came inside and started talking with the secretary. They understood the key words, and could keep a basic conversation with the rather nervous woman behind the desk (as she knew it was just a matter of time until they talked past one another). And, because they're not used to the Brazilian bureaucracy, they communication came to a halt when the secretary asked for the names of the ladies' mothers. They look puzzled, and I thought I'd help them out and translate it for them.
The three-way conversation went on for a couple of minutes and, bizarrely enough, whereas the secretary was quite thankful for the help, the Aussie women didn't look amused in the least. They were from Canberra though, so...
J'aime faire des croquettes au chicken.
Last edited by Lira on Jun-19-2012 at 22:52