Mr. Handsome Is Trilingual

Me, with a mouthful of potato chips in my gaping maw: Do you want any? Except, it comes out, Boo awu wananay?

Mr. Handsome: What?

Me: Boo awe wnanaay?

Mr. Handsome: No thanks.

Me: How didoo unnerta da? Translation: How did you understand that?

Mr. Handsome: I'm trilingual. English, French, and Chip-Face.

Comments

Pearl said…
I've taken a course in Chip-Face!!

I'm also fluent in Drunk. :-)

Pearl
April 4, 2009 at 3:06 PM
Stephanie said…
Hee hee! I didn't even need the translation. I mus also be fluent in chip face. Perhaps its a Canadian thing?
April 4, 2009 at 3:34 PM
Sultan said…
His example gives the rest of something to aspire too. : )
April 4, 2009 at 5:00 PM
Out-Numbered said…
hahaha. that was really cute. good stuff. thanks for the Out-Numbered visit as well. Have an awesome weekend!
April 4, 2009 at 7:46 PM
roy/elisabeth dean said…
Roy is also fluent in chip=face, and chocolate cookie face, and roasted almond face, and butter pecan ice cream face, and he's about to become fluent in chicken-and-dumpling face 'cause I'm starving!

Have a wonderful weekend~
♥,Lilly
April 4, 2009 at 8:14 PM
Deb said…
Are you sure he said "chip" face, 'cause that sure can sound like something else...just a thought.
April 4, 2009 at 10:08 PM
Mariah said…
I'm a major chip face talker, all the cool kids do it.
April 4, 2009 at 10:39 PM
SweetPeaSurry said…
I just want to know who ISN'T fluent in 'chip face' language? I know I am. WEET!

blessings
April 5, 2009 at 1:19 AM
mo.stoneskin said…
He's very talented. I don't understand chip-face, even if I'm the one scoffing chips!
April 5, 2009 at 5:08 AM
Unknown said…
LOL That's too cute! I hope you are feeling better
April 5, 2009 at 9:14 AM
Cajoh said…
I think that over time we can probably know what the other says no matter if their mouth is full of food or not.

Very funny.
April 5, 2009 at 4:54 PM
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