• “Scrieţi cu capitale.” (categoria cursu’ de Victorianism e de la 8 dimineaţa. :)) )
  • “Delete the table !” (categoria cel mai prestigios liceu al judeţului şi idiotu’ de engleză ce-şi vrea tabla curată…)


  • “Exercices” (categoria clasa a XII-a şi întrebarea “Da’ tu te crezi perfectă ?”)
  • “dellirious” (categoria altă profă corectând cuvântu’ scris corect)

E greu inglişu’ şi bonusu’ de rumeiniăn inglish, se ştie. Oh well, it’s a man’s obligation to stick his boneration into a woman’s separation; this sort of penetration will increase the population of the younger generation of dyslectic delegation. Eric Cartman inspiration. :D

4 thoughts on “Engrish

  1. La ultimul paragraf nu pot raspunde decat apoteotic si off-topic cu asta:
    Pulp Fiction.
    Pasajul cu “English, motherfucker, do you speak it?”

    … Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I’m sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn’t mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What’s the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
    Brett: What?
    Jules: What country are you from?
    Brett: What? What? Wh – ?
    Jules: “What” ain’t no country I’ve ever heard of. They speak English in What?
    Brett: What?
    Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
    Brett: Yes! Yes!
    Jules: Then you know what I’m sayin’!
    Brett: Yes!
    Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
    Brett: What?

    De aici http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110912/quotes

    Si varianta shakespeareana.
    J: Your pardon; did I break thy concentration?
    Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still.
    Allow me then to offer a response.
    Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray.
    B: What?
    J: What country dost thou hail from?
    B: What?
    J: Thou sayest thou dost hail from distant What?
    I know but naught of thy fair country What.
    What language speak they in the land of What?
    B: What?
    J: English, base knave, dost thou speak it?
    B: Aye!
    J: Then hearken to my words and answer them!
    Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!
    B: What?
    JULES presses his knife to BRETT’s throat
    J: Speak ‘What’ again! Thou cur, cry ‘What’ again!
    I dare thee utter ‘What’ again but once!
    I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name!
    Now, paint for me a portraiture in words,
    If thou hast any in thy head but ‘What’,
    Of Marsellus Wallace!
    B: He is dark.
    J: Aye, and what more?
    B: His head is shaven bald.
    J: Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
    B: What?
    JULES strikes and BRETT cries out
    J: Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
    B: Nay!
    J: Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus?
    B: I did not!
    J: Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst!
    Thou sought to rape him like a chattel whore!
    And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed
    With aught but Lady Wallace, whom he wed.

    De aici http://ceruleanst.livejournal.com/151753.html


  2. Da, varianta shakespeareană rulează şi Pulp Fiction e… Pulp Fiction. :)) irinutza, mi s-a reconfirmat că e cu delete. Păi nu e, că dup-aia ne mirăm cum ajung copilaşii idioţi, dar aşa, ca efect local… :)) :)) :))

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