Except in Norway you'd have to translate that one to Russian or something. Even the "G-dda-n bast--d mutt" would understand that one in Norwegian.
Except in Norway you'd have to translate that one to Russian or something. Even the "G-dda-n bast--d mutt" would understand that one in Norwegian.
Half-marathon over. Sabbatical year over. It's back to "sacking shirt and oat cakes" as they say here.
My brother swears in some made-up language that sounds like a cross between German and Southern Hick. The point is clearly made, without teaching kids bad words.
The side effect is that I start giggling, which just ruins the atmosphere.![]()