- Oct 9, 1999
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This fucktard vocabulary "word a day" beaver-boy I once had the misfortune to work with pronounced posthumous as "post HEW muss." I intentionally did not clue him in.
But the dead nuts funniest was on Crete. My buddy and I were hitch-hiking down to the south coast, looking for work after the olive harvesting season had ended in the middle of Crete. Hitch-hiking on roads with NO cars all day long consisted of hiking from small village to small village, punctuated by the only two rides we got . . . on donkeys!
Anway, we get down to just above Arvi, still up in the mountains, and we're talking to this enthusiastic Greek guy. No work, but he's sure as hell trying to tell us something cool and important.
We just aren't getting it, and he's getting more and more frustrated and even MAD. He kept saying sheen, sheen, sheen. I knew some Greek by that time, but this guy wasn't all that bright and I didn't yet know enough Greek.
This went on for the longest damned time. He was getting so angry, I thought he might attack us (ok, not really, but he was PISSED!)
It finally dawned on us that he was trying to say the English word Chicken, which might have made more sense if we'd been talking about food, which we hadn't been!
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But the dead nuts funniest was on Crete. My buddy and I were hitch-hiking down to the south coast, looking for work after the olive harvesting season had ended in the middle of Crete. Hitch-hiking on roads with NO cars all day long consisted of hiking from small village to small village, punctuated by the only two rides we got . . . on donkeys!
Anway, we get down to just above Arvi, still up in the mountains, and we're talking to this enthusiastic Greek guy. No work, but he's sure as hell trying to tell us something cool and important.
We just aren't getting it, and he's getting more and more frustrated and even MAD. He kept saying sheen, sheen, sheen. I knew some Greek by that time, but this guy wasn't all that bright and I didn't yet know enough Greek.
This went on for the longest damned time. He was getting so angry, I thought he might attack us (ok, not really, but he was PISSED!)
It finally dawned on us that he was trying to say the English word Chicken, which might have made more sense if we'd been talking about food, which we hadn't been!
