Shit Teh German Said #14

tG: Hang on to your britches, bitches.
tM: You'll just have to deal with my britcheslessness since I have to brace myself so I don't slam into the side of the truck.
tG: At least you're embraced.


tG: I don't have a lot of hobbies, but all the ones I do have are expensive.


At dance lessons, we'd been making Rumba boxes.
Dance Instructor: Do you know what I'm trying to get you to do?
tG: Step outside the box?



tM: Did they post pictures of the baby?
tG: No, he sent them to me.
tM: Aww, it's cute.  Looks like him and still like a swollen lizard.
tG: It looks like a lot of work.
tM: I wanna hump you so hard and not make any babies when you talk like that.



tG: Are we getting the ice cream crap?
tM: The ice cream crepe, yes.  Not crap.
tG: Oh it's crap in German.
tM: You took French, you should know it's crepe.  You can't blame this on language barrier.
tG: That's why I'm pretty sure it's crap.
tM: I think you just have a thing.  Cheese turds, ice cream crap.
tG: It's pretty shitty.


tM: Don't call it street corn if it's from a can.
tG: Don't give it street credibility if it ain't from the hood.



I have no idea what this is in reference too, but it's funny in a random way.
tG: You ate the top off, now it's topless and your avocados are showing.


Teh German was in a mood, so I jumped on him and his phone got trapped between our chests while I was applying my full body weight to "smother" him.
tG: My phone!
tM: It's fine.  Although you probably just liked some KKK thing.
tG: Or Donald Trump.  That's even worse.
(PS. When I put this in my log, "Trump" was autocorrected to Trumpet and it made me remember this site.)


tM: Internet, you are boring.
tG: Don't talk like that about the internet!





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