Whilst talking to our next door neighbours over the fence, Mr B and I learned that he is onto a super summer job. He is getting paid £300 per day to lecture some French students. Now, I admit my maths isn't great at times, but I'm sure that's an awesome rate.
As Mr B and I were driving to the gym, we discussed this in more detail:
Me: "I'm totally going to get a summer job teaching English Lit to French students"
Mr B: "But you can't speak any French"
Me: "I know all the important things in French"
Mr B: "Like what?"
Me: "Bonjour. Je m'apelle. Une crepe au chocolate. Deux crepe au chocolate. Je vais chatre le garcon."
Mr B: "You're a goon"
Me: "Je suis une goone. ... oh wait, you didn't mean for me to translate that did you?"
Point proven I think.
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