I vaguely mentioned to a friend in an email that I was working with translations of my work. She inquired, translations of personal writing or work-related writing? It is work-related, alas (French and German user manuals) but then I wondered what this website would be like in another language. Since the chances of me learning another language while living in the US remain slim, there’s only one way to experience me in French: If I run text from this website through Google Translate (English to French), then run it back through (French to English)… well, hours of amusement:
My preferred phonetic weakness was a report/ratio about the services disease of the laughter, called the “crawfish is better medicine.”
Ok, I am a short and large housewife inhabitant in Sprawlfuck, America.
Americans, you do not want to be degraded. Thus come with the toric thrusts from Dunkin, where you can proudly speak American when you order your Dunkaccino.
Horses can still be sold with the factory of adhesive by pigs called Napoleon or with humanity killed in the slaughter-houses, but the carcass resulting from horse cannot by not attacked at the time by the exotic meat fanatics in Europe and Japan.
When I recently saw several planners of meal of thanksgiving that the Brussels sprouts include instead of French beans, I knew that Brussels sprouts were carried in balance to become next the vegetarians the last cry. Enough soon, everywhere you look at… cabbages of Brussels.
As a resistant user of MS Word which works in the hundred-paginated documents filled out of graphs, of the correspondences, the models of gauge, markers of index, and all other small bells and whistles which makes Word approximately as effective as Chevy Tahoe…
Howl of Bob right or to not never move decree. When it is assembled on its bicycle, it was to carry out us by the exercises which made it take part saying to us to turn the button of tension towards high, to the top of, to the top of and “Push! Pushed! Pushed!” It was observed much in the mirrors. When it is descended to dance, it would weave by the lines of the bicycles and the howl. Just… howl.
