TENDJEWBERRYMUD

[Bob]

Its amazing, you will understand this word by the end of the conversation......

Read aloud for best results: "Tendjewberrymud". Be warned, you're going to find yourself talking 'funny' for a while after reading this.

Apparently, this was nominated for best email of 1999.

The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review.....

Room Service (RS): "Morny. Ruin sorbees"

Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialled room-service"

RS: "Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??"

G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs"

RS: "Ow July den?"

G : "What??"

RS: "Ow July den?...pry, boy, pooch?"

G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."

RS: "Ow July dee bayhcem...crease?"

G : "Crisp will be fine."

RS: "Hokay. An San tos?"

G : "What?"

RS: "San tos. July San tos?"

G : "I don't think so"

RS: "No? Judo one toes??"

G : "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo one toes' means."

RS: "Toes! toes!...why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?"

G : "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes,an English muffin will be fine."

RS: "We bother?"

G : "No..just put the bother on the side."

RS: "Wad?"

G : "I mean butter...just put it on the side."

RS: "Copy?"

G : "Sorry?"

RS: "Copy...tea...mill?"

G : "Yes. Coffee please, and that's all."

RS: "One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy....rye??"

G : "Whatever you say"

RS: "Tendjewberrymud"

G : "You're welcome"

[dhunt]

Very funny. It is amazing what our brains can do - turning that into understandable english.

[Motu]

Had a Chinese girl come in a few years ago,said something was wrong with her car (a Chevette,so it musta been a while eh),she reckoned her fuck a rooster was broken - she kept pointing under the car and saying Fuck a Rooster,Fuck a Rooster.So I said,ok,I'll put it up on the hoist and you can show me all about the fuck a rooster.When I got it up she pointed to the muffler...Fuck a Rooster,Fuck a Rooster....ahhh - spark arrestor,she called the muffler a spark arrestor.So as you'd expect from then on all the guys in the shop called mufflers Fuck a Roosters.

Poor girl,she was really nice and we all liked her,lots of smiles,all ways laughing - unfortunatly her husband was that Chinese poet from Timaman (whatever) Square - one day he killed her with an axe and then hung himself...the neighbours managed to stop their young son on the way home from school so he didn't get to find them all by himself.Running away did nothing,a waste of a beautiful life (hers)