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FIRstie!!!!!! 1 !!!!
Hilarious!
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im sorry i feel dirt now.
You’d better buy that dirt a drink before you do that.
or at least talk to it.
… or suffer the consequence of dirt feeling you in exchange! *gasps in abhorrence*
Does anyone else see the spousal abuse?
Who says they are married? Looks more like sibling rivalry to me (but of course that makes the “bumchum” slogan that much more unsettling.)
Either way, it’s obviously all in fun!
Remember, it’s always funny if she’s hitting him. It’s never funny if he’s hitting her.
Anybody want to take a swing at me?
I have fantasised about it a couple of times, but I was brung up proper – I don’t pick on kids, or anyone not my size. You’re quite tolerable when you behave yourself.
Hmmmm…I was expecting a good *clonk*
You have to earn it to receive it.
At one time (I think it was back when dinosaurs roamed the earth) I could read Devanāgarī script. Let’s see how much I remember, the script at the center bottom of the sign says:
“Lodhaa enad sansa”
Corrections are welcome; don’t ask me what it means.
Its ‘Lodha and Sons’!!
Probably run by a guy named Lodha !!
The shop is in Udaipur which is a part of Rajasthan in India!
D’oh, of course, ‘Lodha and Sons.’
I’m glad I did not try to guess the language (Hindi, Bengali, Punjabi, etc.)
Would Hindi be ‘Lodi 0 larkilog’?
‘Lodha o larkilog’
Lodha is a euphemism for male genitalia as well
The language is hindi
Me sorprende que los dos tengan nombres en español. ¿Lo saben hablar o solo escojieron los nombres así?
Comprendo un poco. No biin hablo ni escribo.
“Bien.” Hacer que “bien.”
Gracias por tu intento. I’ll write in English now, Mr Shotgun.
Thank you for saving me the trouble of looking up “Escopeta.”
I know I’m revealing my ignorance here, but why the feminine form?
Because he doesn’t work out at Ollie’s Swana and Fittness Center?
The word escopeta ends in a, so it should be addressed with La(the) in the feminine form.
Please note that this doesn’t mean that we view escopetas as unmanly. This is just the way we refer to things. A gun, pistola, also has a feminine form.
So it is in Russian. Every word has a gender (Russian has three; I believe Spanish has only two(?)), and while names for women and objects associated with women (e.g., “blouse”) are usually feminine, and vice versa, many gender assignments seem just arbitrary (e.g. “paper” in Russian is feminine, a “letter” (as in correspondence) is neuter, and “pencil” is masculine).
You are very knowledgeable!
Ukrainian is similar with gender assignments.
Ukrainian is, of course, very closely related to Russian. Back in the days when I was nearly fluent in Russian, Ukrainian sounded to me like Russian pronounced not quite right with some odd suffixes. The history of Eastern Europe and the Slavs is of keen interest to me, since I am of Russian, Polish, Ukrainian, and Lithuanian extraction. Three of my grandparents were born in the US, though, and although the fourth was a Russian emigre I never heard him speak any Russian. I have tracked down the village where he came from, which was not even close to Russia and was an area where ethnic Russians were scarce, although there were plenty of Ruthenians, who called themselves “Rusyn,” and claimed to be, basically, the “real” Russians, the linear descendants of the old Kievan Rus. So I suspect my grandfather may have actually been Ruthenian. I’m sure the folks at Ellis Island would not have inquired in any depth about a man who identified himself as “Rusyn,” and would probably have just put down “Russian.” He identified himself as having been from “Povyet Sanok,” that is, Sanok County, then part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire but now part of Poland. “Povyet,” however, is not a word in Russian, although it is found in several Slavic languages including Polish, Byelorussian, and Ruthenian.
Are you Ukrainian?
Mostly, yes.
Grandfather was a Rusyn? How interesting. Even more interesting that you know the history.
I wish he’d have lived longer (he died when I was 7) so I could have learned more from him. Most of what I know of him I’ve had to get second hand, from my mother. But I’m still learning more about all my ancestors. I’ve been able to determine that my Lithuanian great-grandfather, whose name I bear, immigrated in 1884, but I still haven’t tracked down where he was from. The history of the whole region is really quite fascinating, although difficult to pin down, as written records don’t go back very far. The two major theories as to the ultimate origin of the Slavs seem to be that they actually sprang from invading Celts or Swedes. But even what is known with certainty is not general knowledge. Few people know that Lithuania at one time (ca. 14th century) had an empire that was the largest country in Europe, stretching from the Baltic to the Black Sea. Yet when people ask the ethnic origin of my surname, and I say it’s “Lithuanian,” they seldom have any idea where the hell that is. Most young folks today think history is just irrelevant, but the more I delve into it, the more interesting and provocative things I learn. It turns out, for example, that my brother-in-law, who obviously is related only by marriage, had ancestors very close to where my Rusyn grandfather came from. And my very best friend, whom I have known for nearly 40 years, only recently found out that he had ancestors from Lithuania. Since we already knew he had Ukrainian, Russian, and Polish blood, he ends up being almost precisely the same unusual ethnic mixture as myself. Coincidence? I think not, since we’ve both long called each other “the brother I never had” (like me, he also had three sisters and no brothers). The world really is a much smaller place than we usually think it is, and humans actually seem to be more closely genetically related to each other than almost any species on Earth.
Absolutely fascinating.
You are quite interesting, though I thought that all along.
And really funny, along with many of the others who post regularly. Brightens my day.
I’m going to be away, no Engrish till next week.
You’ll be missed. Be safe.
John,
Your best friend and you were probably real brothers in a past life. That’s why in this one you have several similarities and see each other as “brothers”.
LexanD,
Thanks for letting us know ahead of time of your absence. I will mark you excused.
Your lovely (?) is not as straight as you might think.
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The word “bumchums” in UK English implies buttsechs.
That could be read into US speech, also… must go now; my friends are here!
What friends?
Sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound like you have no friends….I was asking which friends were over.
All the ones that aren’t under.
hey butt buddies!
I prefer bosom buddies.
Are you one of those gentlemen with moobs, then?
I have some pectoral definition left over from my weightlifting days. They wouldn’t be mistaken for boobs, though.
My fun side was left behind.
Go back towards your behind for fun!
I just did, and that wasn’t any fun.
What about your right behind?
I don’t like to look at what’s right behind, because it might be gaining on me.
oh my gawd, right behinds suffer from alien syndrome as well nowadays?!?
Only if the left behind does, too!
That’s a very probing question, don’t you think?
What you don’t know is that those girls that are punching the guys (for fun), are members of the Ollies Gym. They start out playful, but who knows how it may end up.
It depends on the ref. No blood, no foul. Everybody get your booties on for when things get out of hand.
So once the blood friends come, it’s over.
Well, so long as it’s fun and nobody gets hurt, and both parties are informed and consenting, then what chums of any sort do is nobody else’s business. However, might I suggest a private dwelling and not a billboard is appropriate for This Sort Of Thing.
Chum is fum.
I looked at their website – they make a t-shirt called “spreader”…
They probably need it!
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