This week in class, while showing pictures of my family and explaining who is who, I committed a minor verbal fop a. While explaining the various rogue shrubs that make up our fun family tree (ie my brother having 2 children from 2 different women) a roar of laughter ensued after telling them the name of my nephew…Josh. Checked my zipper to see if that was the cause of commotion…nope, barn door closed. So I said the name again…Jooooosh!
They loved it! Again! Josssssssssssh!!!! Again! Joooooooooooossssssh!!!!
Yea! I was cool! I was loved! I was hip!
Unfortunately I was also saying “fried poop” in Chinese. However no one told me this until my last class and I had already dragged my nephews name in the mud while providing a hysterical memory for 400 students. .
Who’d of guessed that the oh-so-common biblical name of Josh, in all its purity, would translate to the only thing that I’ve found Chinese people don’t eat…fried poop.
Sorry Josh. Oh, and if you ever plan on visiting...your name is Bob.
-D.T Willy
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yo dave--this thing's awesome. i've never blogged before. rough week. hard to believe you had trouble with acupuncture. i read a book last week about alternative healing, and it sounded cool...i guess they only wrote about the "up" side of acupuncture...our little hooligans finished the soccer season 0-9...2 weeks until summer...
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