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Posted by krw on December 19, 2006, 10:14 pm
says...
> >
> >> I remember the first time we went to a restaurant after moving
> >> from Illinois to Indiana. My brother, nine years old at the
> >> time, wanted -- better describe this very specifically here --
> >> an orange-flavored carbonated soft drink. In Illinois, that is
> >> (or was 33 years ago, at any rate) called "orange soda". So
> >> that's what he ordered.
> >
> >> Boy, was he surprised when his "orange soda" arrived in a huge
> >> glass with two large dollops of vanilla ice cream floating in it.
> >
> > I was 19, sitting around the dinner table in Tucson,
> > with my aunt's neighbours... "to see the nephew from
> > England".
> >
> > We were talking about taking a hike on the Sunday, and
> > one of them remarked how she had difficulty in waking
> > up on the weekend. So I leant over and casually said
> > "shall I come over an knock you up then?".
> >
> > Sudden silence.
> >
> Ah yes - "fanny" another word with a different meaning in the UK to
> Ameristan
>
A female friend was asked by a desk clerk if she wanted to be
"knocked-up in the morning". Say wha...
--
Keith
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