Urban Cheese
 

My mother in law was telling me of the bread she bought today.

Of the Urban Cheese variety.

Turns out it was Herb and Cheese sub rolls. She's from Quebec. The lack of a pronounced H from the French in the house has often caused a little confusion but nothing like today. :rofl:

Any other stories of misheard/mispronounced words or other language tales?

Re: Urban Cheese
 

I am deaf. I have too many of those.

Re: Urban Cheese
 

They prounounce their H's, as in 'da Hinglish'.

Re: Urban Cheese
 

In my experience they say the H when they shouldn't and don't say it when they should. Some, anyway.

A few years ago my stepson would complain his "harm urts" for example.

But that's like some in Bristol who add an L when there isn't and don't say it when they should.

As in "I've got an ideal...let's go to Brista tonight."

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You can say you like about the deaf . . . ;)

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What...

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When I lived in Alberta, the City of Edmonton sent me a letter in which they offered to "spay" the mosquitoes on my acreage. Such a novel and environmentally responsible way of dealing with this problem! Until then, I had no idea that this kind of microsurgery was so widely available but I was happy to accept, and said I'd make my barn available as a Mosquito Attenuation Humane Spaying facility. I assured them that I would have lots of hot water on hand, and even volunteered my services to assist the anaesthetiologist but the surgical team never showed up. All I got was a whole lot of smelly chemicals dumped off a plane, and the bugs were just as bad a week later. So much for Alberta Health Care, eh?