Language Problem
A Russian woman married a Canadian gentleman and they lived happily ever after in Toronto ...
However, the poor lady was not very proficient in English, but did manage to communicate with her husband. The real problem arose whenever she had to shop for groceries.
One day, she went to the butcher and wanted to buy chicken legs. She didn't know how to put forward her request, and in desperation, clucked like a chicken and lifted up her skirt to show her thighs.
Her butcher got the message, and gave her the chicken legs.
Next day she needed to get chicken breasts, again she didn't know how to say it, and so she clucked like a chicken and unbuttoned her blouse to show the butcher her breasts.
The butcher understood again, and gave her some chicken breasts.
On the 3rd day, the poor lady needed to buy sausages. Unable to find a way to communicate this, she brought her husband to the store...
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9 comments:
Not too bad- didn't see that sausage coming right for me!
LOL...Yep I thought there was going to be an embarassing moment for her husband...it's a filthy mind that dwells in my head!
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Sausages, "Richards" It's in the air tonight. Happy Tuesday. ;)
hahaha.. well you got me!
I was expecting a filthy ending too. :-)
Mr Doggybloggy, i've got some sour cherries for ya. They have to go quick! :-)
I dont know what is canadian for sausage lol?
Buf said sausage....*giggles*
HA!!!! You totally got me on that one! You know my mind is always in the gutter!
Mmm...i love sausage.
ha ha ha ha, very cute!!!
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