Overheard Scandinavians speaking several times recently while in Chinatown. And, as a Dutch speaker, I think I can authoritatively state "全部嗰啲北方人都係講嘢好笑嘅怪人。" Because yes they are, and some of their foods are beyond odd. Whereas, of course,
Dutchmen are perfectly normal. More so than most other normal people.
On a scale of normal, we go up to eleven.
On the other hand, having facilitated a conversation between an aged local-born gentleman who is deaf as a post and two foreigners who were fluent in English recently while I was having milk tea at a Chinatown bakery, perhaps it's my own fault for thinking that those Northerners are all weirdoes who talk funny.
Really, we Dutch speakers should sometimes mind our own business.
Sticking our big noses into things that don't concern us.
That pretty much guarantees trouble.
On the other hand, the beverage and the snackiepoo were very good.
So I'll probably end up making the same mistake again.
Being incorrigible is its own punishment.
On a slightly different note, from my apartment mate's bedroom late last night I could hear the sound of quarrelling and gentle remonstrance. The turkey vulture was insisting that he should be given collops of fatty inner thigh, as was his right as a carrion eater, whereas both Ms. Bruin and my apartment mate were pointing out that this was not a great likelihood at all (we can't have random people bleeding out down on Polk Street because choice body parts were harvested), and the she-sheep kept asking rhetorically whether he got fed recently.
And why was he so pudgy if he was "starving, starving, STARVING"?
Which didn't help, but it's a good question. No one who is well-fed should have fatty inner thighs. That counts double for Midwesterners. Good lord does it ever. In spades.
Those people would do well to trot up and down our hills when they visit, to remove those fatty inner thighs. Cutting out the Ranch Dressing and cottage cheese would help too.
Oh, and lose the silly Scandinavian speech defects.
It sounds like you are regurgitating.
Ya shure.
As a Dutch speaker I regularly cough up hairballs.
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