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Originally posted by Penske_Account
Merci. Mais bonsoir, mon cher ami, je me meurs de sommeil ; ma plume tombe de mes mains, mes yeux se ferment. Bonsoir, bonsoir, je veux que vous dormiez le mieux du monde, mon cheri ami.
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This reminds me of the time we were dining at Le Moulin de Ponceau in Chartres, and Michael asked for "
la pâtisserie a formé comme un cygne," and the waiter nearly fell into the millstream from laughing, because what he had actually said was "
formé comme une singe." Oh, how we laughed!
Good times, good times.
Next week on "French Is Humorous," I'll tell you of the time Napoleon accidentally consigned 1,200 Turkish prisoners of war to death when he cursed his persistent coughing fit with "
Ma sacrée toux!," or how "French in Action" inadvertently caused me to believe that "
Ça va a la faculte" meant "black man in a brown three-piece suit" for many years.
