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Native Tongue
Barb: As a regular reader of your column, I have to say...this was your finest article yet. My face hurt from laughing. When I go to Japan next year, I am making a point of learning how to say "Hey man, don't bust my balls" and "Excuse me sir, can you please tell me where the s%$t ditch is?". I'm going to practice my straight face, ask that at a really fancy five star restaurant, i'll be wearing a really beautiful evening gown, and I'll do a polite little bow when I'm done asking. Yesterday I was in the car with my grandma driving back from San Francisco and to pass the time she was teaching me how to say in Spanish...YOU! Who do YOU think YOU are? Get out of my face, chucklehead. Keep 'em coming.— August 11, 2009 6:27 a.m.