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Originally Posted by Miss Tick
LOL! Sounds like home. Love that Dirty Water.
Nobody knows what a coffee frappe is here, my dad always called it a coffee cab, either way you can't get one. They don't have coffee anything. Except coffee. And it's only recently that I've been able to get iced coffee. I would go to a coffee place and ask for an iced coffee and they would look at me strange and say they don't have it. I'd be like do you have coffee? Do you have ice? Put 'em together. They'd just shake their head no.
And it's always trash here, even when it's clearly garbage or should I say gahbidge cause that's how it sounds when I say it. I'd say put it in the garbage and people would just look at me. It's put it in the trash or put it in the poubelle.
I had to stop saying I was going to take the T. People thought I was getting a cup of tea.
You can't get an elastic here, it's a rubber band.
Here it's not a packie or a liquor store. It's the SAQ.
But everybody knows what wicked pissah is!
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Lol a closes friend of mine that I used to do research with is from Boston. I used to take the piss out of him (tease the shit out of lol) when he got drunk and argumentative (in a fun way) "poor bugger, he's got three 'R's in his name and he can't pronounce a single one."