Divided by a Common Language

[Kouak]

An American can be quite surprised if a Brit says "What would you think if I knocked you up this evening?" It means to wake someone, perhaps even by knocking on the door of their flat.
Be careful with that phrase!

Personally, I would be very worried how they would accomplish that with me!!!

[LumpyPostage]

I was driving my kombi on the national when I came to that circle past the bioscope and had to stop at a robot, so I used my directional and turned anticlockwise before setting at the parkade. That's when my silencer dossed.

It was a Fine Fare day as I needed corn for my fairy cakes and bunny chow. I also wanted some toasted cheese and gatsby even though the hob needs a new globe. I'm glad I brought my own packet or I'd have to trek the trolley about. Then I remembered that I had to root some brinjal in my stove out around, forgot all about it and went to the pillar box just now.

I was watching my favourite hooker on TV. He was about to pull down a maul when the wing got a truck and trailer. The hooker kept his pecker up and laduma. We all jeered lank. It was coaster. I knocked up my bra with my mobile. I can never train his number, so I keep him on the octothorpe. He was on the button like a clutchplate anyway.

He cameway to goof but we didn't carry any costumes. There was a notice to hire some that we couldn't read under the drawing pin, but neither of us had a flannel and we hadn't the tom anyway. It was all higher grade but we had a lag.

My china and I saw some crunchie pom with his vest tucked into his pants. His braces were down to his chop and he had dogs on his trainers. He started tuning us but it was hundreds. His reader probably failed him at matric.

[Kouak]

I was driving my kombi on the national when I came to that circle past the bioscope and had to stop at a robot, so I used my directional and turned anticlockwise before setting at the parkade. That's when my silencer dossed.

It was a Fine Fare day as I needed corn for my fairy cakes and bunny chow. I also wanted some toasted cheese and gatsby even though the hob needs a new globe. I'm glad I brought my own packet or I'd have to trek the trolley about. Then I remembered that I had to root some brinjal in my stove out around, forgot all about it and went to the pillar box just now.

I was watching my favourite hooker on TV. He was about to pull down a maul when the wing got a truck and trailer. The hooker kept his pecker up and laduma. We all jeered lank. It was coaster. I knocked up my bra with my mobile. I can never train his number, so I keep him on the octothorpe. He was on the button like a clutchplate anyway.

He cameway to goof but we didn't carry any costumes. There was a notice to hire some that we couldn't read under the drawing pin, but neither of us had a flannel and we hadn't the tom anyway. It was all higher grade but we had a lag.

My china and I saw some crunchie pom with his vest tucked into his pants. His braces were down to his chop and he had dogs on his trainers. He started tuning us but it was hundreds. His reader probably failed him at matric.

I tried Google Translate. I think it is broken. It said your text was English.

[ibrahim]

I know that robot is South African for traffic lights. Is the rest of the text South African too?

[LamontCranston]

I tried Google Translate. I think it is broken. It said your text was English.

I'm still marking Lumpy down for an A+ on this post. (Maybe I should use Mr. Postage after this masterly display). I can tell what's going on but not really. It makes me glad I logged in and read it.