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Double Meaning English

You know as well as I do that there are times when you simply don’t realize what you’re saying until someone starts laughing at you. It doesn’t mean you’re ignorant or anything, sometimes people can’t help but think ‘blue thoughts’ when they hear certain words or phrases. Let’s face it, we all have a hidden pervert somewhere deep down inside of us. Blush Here are some instances when our well-meaning English just went haywire.

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M was talking on the phone with a meat supplier. She was trying to purchase a turkey for an event and her ‘blue headed’ colleague, Mr S, was listening in on her side of the conversation.

M: Do you think you can supply us with a turkey for this event we’re holding? Yeah, but I need to know…uh-huh, alrite. How big is your bird? No, I need to know how big your bird is. Yeah, how big is your bird?

Mr S was just guffawing away until M realized what exactly she kept repeating to the male supplier on the phone.

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On a shopping trip, M saw a t-shirt that she thought was really cute. Holding it up to herself, she saw that the t-shirt was too big for her so she called the girl sales assistant over.

M: Do you have an ‘S’? Can I see your ‘S’ please? (At this point, M’s friend started laughing aloud at what he just heard with his ‘dirty’ ears.)

Sales assistant: Yes, yes, I will show you the ‘S’. (Hearing this, M’s friend started laughing even harder.)

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While driving towards our destination, my friends and I were discussing which road was the best to take. Either direction would take us to the same destination and as I was the driver, it didn’t matter to me as I was familiar with both roads.

So I said, “I can go both ways. Either way also can. No problem for me.”

Suddenly, my friend, S, started giggling in the backseat, tickled by the fact that I was perhaps talking about my sexual relationship preferences.

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Hanging out with my cousins at an eatery, we were munching on french fries when one cousin started to cut the long french fries into bite sizes.

S: No, don’t cut them. I like long ones.

A: But it’s easier to eat them when they’re short.

N: I like them short. So S can have the long ones, give me the short ones.

It took us about a second to realize what our conversation sounded like and we started laughing at ourselves.

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A family was celebrating their child’s birthday and had balloons blown up for the occasion at an eatery.

The father, who was holding a balloon, looked at his young son and said, “Look at my balloon. My balloon so small. Wah, look at yours. Your balloon so big, bigger than mine.”

My cousins and I, who were sitting at the next table, had to refrain from laughing at the ‘double meaning’ we heard in his words.

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Driving back from a short outing, my cousin and I ended up talking about balloons and the sound they make when you rub them.

A: Oooh, I cannot. I’m scared of balloons. Scared they will pop.

Me: How can you be scared of balloons? You love blowing balloons.

Glancing at each other, we broke out in loud laughter inside the car.

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Yes, some of the instances are very lame and most people won’t even realize the implications. Question But then, sometimes you just get into that state of mind when everything said seems to have a ‘dirty’ element/meaning in it. Side Frown

A Uni Story

Okie, enough with the serious posts for now. It’s time to look at the funnier side of life with a story I remember from my university days in Perth, Australia.

You know how it’s wrong to drink and drive? Well, you might get away with it in Malaysia but in Perth, the policemen are much more dutiful and are not at all susceptible to bribes.

Anyway, a group of guys decided to grab a bite to eat at a nearby burger joint in the wee hours of the morning. They had been up all night drinking and were all totally sloshed over. However, even in their drunken state, they still managed to think about their safety (and the huge fine for drinking-and-driving), and so they appointed the least drunk guy to drive.

Since it was very early in the morning (or very late at night, whichever you please), only the drive-through was opened. Just as they reached the burger joint, one of them, who had been staring out the window in a hazy daze, saw a police patrol car parked right beside the drive-through. They stopped the car, fearing that the police might pull them over. Some of them thought maybe it was best to just turn around and go elsewhere but the others were too hungry. And so, they came up with a clever plan.

One by one, a car would pull up to the drive-through, order and drive off. In the middle of the lined-up cars was a lone man, waiting patiently for his turn at the drive-through counter and nonchalantly walking up to place his order. The counter guy and the police must have been used to such weird sights in Perth for they didn’t even bat an eye.

Grabbing the take-out bags, the guy made his way back to his companions where they ate in the car until they were sure one of them was sober enough to drive them all back to their student housing.

Not bad for a group of drunken guys. It proves that your brain still functions even though it’s intoxicated by alcohol, or maybe the alcohol actually helps. 8)

A School Story

I don’t know why but all of a sudden, an image popped into my head the other day that just made me burst out in laughter. Luckily, I was alone at that time but, eh, wait, if I laugh alone, by myself, does that make me crazy? 8O Anyway, it was an image I kind of recorded into my mind because it was so unexpected when it happened.

When I was in high school, I had class with this one guy, who I had a small crush on, and about four of his friends. They were all seated at the front of the class (because they were naughty and the class teacher wanted to keep an eye on them) while I was seated somewhere in the middle. Now, whenever we have a free period or in between classes, these boys like to hang out at the table just before the classroom door, which was also near the waste-basket.

One of my pens had just run out of ink and I was thinking to myself, “Ah, damn. I need to throw this away now.” Too lazy to get out from my chair and walk to the front, I cleverly decided to just throw it in the direction of the waste-basket in the hopes that it will miraculously fall into the bin.

Taking aim, I flicked the pen like a throwing dagger and watched in mild horror as it sailed through the airĀ  swerved slightly and hit one of my crush’s friends right smack in the middle of his forehead. Oops!

At that time, they were all gathered around their usual table, telling jokes, and the boy I hit was laughing at something and abruptly stopped when the unforeseen object interrupted his fun. All of them stared dumbfounded at the ‘victim’ before turning around and noticing my gaping mouth. They then started pointing fingers at me and howled in laughter at the ‘victim’.

I kept apologizing from my seat and the boy nonchalantly waved my apologies away and tried to resume the conversation. It would have seemed cool if it wasn’t for his face turning bright red. LOL

A Night for Shellfish

I’ve been looking through my old posts and just realized a humourous story that I think I wrote elsewhere but never posted here. This is a true story as related to me by a friend I’ve worked with during one of the plays by The Oral Stage crew (check out their site at http://www.theoralstage.com/ , they haven’t been active so far this year, though).

Prakash was in charge of booking a venue for his college’s prom night so he called up one of the hotels to inquire the rental and whatever deal they could provide.

Prakash: “Hello. I’m calling to book your hall for an event. Can you help me out?”

Receptionist: “Yes. May I ask what’s the event?”

Prakash: “It’s for my college. We’re having a prom night.”

Receptionist: “I see. If you can tell me the date, I will check to see if it’s available.”

Prakash: “Ok.”

Receptionist: “By the way, will you be bringing your own prawns?”

Prakash: “I’m sorry?”

Receptionist: “For your prawn night. Will you be bringing your own prawns or do you need us to supply them for you?”

Prakash: “It’s a PROM night. Not a prawn night! It’s a PROM night!”

Needless to say, both callers were embarrassed by the mistake. I wonder what made the receptionist think someone would actually organize a PRAWN night. Are there anyone who’s crazy in love with prawns to pay tribute to these shellfish? Hmmm, I never did find out whether Prakash actually rented that same hall. LOL

Toilet Humour

Have you heard of stories or have a personal experience of being locked in a toilet? Well, just to cheer myself up (and all of you out there), I thought I’d share some ‘toilet humour’.

One day when the cousins had an outing at Midvalley Megamall, the eldest girl needed to go to the loo. Since it was a public holiday, the rest of us knew that there was going to be a very long queue so we told her we would wait for her at the nearby shops. After nearly 10 minutes have passed, we all went to see what was the hold-up. Surely the queue couldn’t be that bad.

As we stood outside the entrance, one of us went to check the line but when we couldn’t find her anywhere, we thought she must still be in the loo or has gone out to find us. Just as I was about to dial her number, her name popped up on my caller screen.

“Where are you? Still in the toilet?” I asked.

“You have to come help me. I’m stuck,” my eldest cousin replied, slightly panicked.

“Stuck? What do you mean stuck? Stuck where?”

“I’m stuck in the toilet.”

“How can you be stuck there?”

“I can’t get the door to open. I’ve been trying and trying. Pushing, pulling, it won’t open,” her voice rising slightly through the speaker.

Laughing, I told the girls what was happening and all four of us went helter-skelter into the washroom. We called her name to find which stall she was in and she stuck her foot out from under the very first stall. The women queuing for the toilet just watched the impromptu entertainment show as we tugged and pushed the door. It was true, it wouldn’t open. We asked her to try the lock again but she said she had turned it all the way and it still wouldn’t open.

Just as we thought we needed to get hold of the maintanence people, I saw that the outside lock had a groove that would just fit a Malaysian 10 cent coin. Vaguely remembering a scene from somewhere, I dug out a coin from my jean pocket and fitted it into the lock and turned.

Lo and behold, the toilet door opened.

When she saw us, she fiercely hugged the closest cousin to her and instead of coming out, she dragged the cousin into the stall to prove that the lock was indeed faulty. Apparently, even though the latch was turned all the way, after years of wear and tear, a small piece of it managed to get stuck in the lock, creating (cue eerie music) ‘the toilet stall that can never be opened from the inside’.

And so we left, laughing and teasing her as we went on with our shopping, and later in the day, we returned to the same washroom as another cousin needed to answer the call of nature. There, we discovered that yet another poor soul has gotten herself stuck in the toilet and her friend had to call the cleaning lady, who was there at the time, to open the door. She used the exact same coin trick I had earlier. The thing is instead of locking the stall to prevent further use (and further imprisonment), the cleaning lady just left it as it is. I pity the woman who would be the foul demonic stall’s next victim. I’ll pity her even more if she was all alone and it was near the mall’s closing time with no one around to notice her predicament. Grin