I was talking with a guy today and he was giving me crap about being married to a gal from Honduras, but not speaking a lick of Spanish.
I said, look, I speak three languages, and I think that's enough.
He had a look of doubt on his face, and said, "Really?"
I said, "Yes, I speak English, bad English, and French."
"Yes, why don't you go take a flying fuck off a tall tower?...... Pardon my French."