We were in the cayman islands many years ago, and were going to have a barbeque. We set one up, but our lighter ran out. We went accross to this apartment and this little chubby American kid answered the door.
"Hi there, do you have any matches for our barbeque?" we said.
"Whaaaat?" said the kid in a very drawn accent, probably from the south.
"Matches... you know, to light a fire!" we replied
"ah right" said the porky juvenile, who then turned around and called to his mum in the apartment:
"maaaaaam, do wee haaaave aneee maaaaaaaaacheeeeeeees?!"
There was a pause for several seconds. Then came the reply:
"No.... but we have feta cheeeeeseeee..."
Still makes me laugh.
"Hi there, do you have any matches for our barbeque?" we said.
"Whaaaat?" said the kid in a very drawn accent, probably from the south.
"Matches... you know, to light a fire!" we replied
"ah right" said the porky juvenile, who then turned around and called to his mum in the apartment:
"maaaaaam, do wee haaaave aneee maaaaaaaaacheeeeeeees?!"
There was a pause for several seconds. Then came the reply:
"No.... but we have feta cheeeeeseeee..."
Still makes me laugh.
