| Are you going to any of the October concerts? | |
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| I am sitting out this round! | |
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 3/9/07  Let’s begin with the obvious. Think of Tom. What is the most obvious thing we all want to say to Tom?… NO. NO, NOT THAT. Please, let’s keep this clean for now. : ) For now, I SAID FOR NOW! Alright, let’s be frank. That hat… you know the one. It can’t even be called a hat anymore because the more he wears them, the bigger they get and the higher on his head they float. Is he trying to be taller? Is the fact that Bill wears heels and is about a mile taller than him making him feel like less of a man? Are there daddy issues under that hat? Is he keeping a small slice of cheesecake under there, and he doesn’t want to share it with anyone else because it’s already a small piece to begin with and sharing would mean giving up a lot? But I’m not here to psychoanalyze Tom Kaulitz. Say you meet Tom. He’s wearing a hat that is bigger than life, and a sweatband that you know has zero functional purpose. “Hey, gurl,” he says to you with a glimmer reminiscent of a certain zimmer in his eye that can only mean one thing. You freeze up. "Tom, zieh die Kappe aus!" you shout, and run away. Let’s break it down! Tom, zieh die Kappe aus! ; [Tom, tsee dee kappa owse!] :: “Tom, take off that hat!”   Good job! We’re ready to move on. You’re walking down the street and you bump into a guy. He looks pretty average, has nice hair and all, and then, it dawns on you!! You think you know this guy?“Aren’t you the lead singer of My Chemical Fallout Boy?” you ask, praying to some god that you got the name of the band right. The chestnut-haired guy frowns and shrugs. You realize that maybe you have a language barrier. “My bad,” you chuckle. You speak more slowly. “My Chemical… Fallout… Killers?” He shakes his head and starts looking kind of pissed off. “Oh!!” Realization dawns on you. “Oh, oh, oh. Right!! I know you! Forgive me for speaking in the wrong language, but I’ve been prepared for a situation just like this one. Tokio Hotel?” The guys nods enthusiastically. You smile. It’s your time to shine. "Wie war noch mal dein Name? Greg? Oh, es ist Georg. Kennst du die Band?" He flips you off and struts away. Time to break this down - Wie war noch mal dein Name? Greg? Oh, es ist Georg. Kennst du die Band? ; [Vee varr nock mal dine nom? Greg? Oh, ess ist Gay-org. Kenst doo dee bahnd?] :: "What is your name again? Greg? Oh, it's Georg. Do you know the band?" Always useful.  Onward. You’re loitering outside the men’s bathroom at a bar, trying to pick up some hot dudes. (Where else would all the hot dudes eventually end up?) A little girl runs up to you but as she gets closer, you realize it’s not a little girl at all. It’s a tall, towering girl dressed like a scene kid and wearing a multitude of accessories and product. She does a little dance and gestures wildly to you. “Aw,” you say, smiling. “What’s your name, honey?” “Bill!” she cries desperately. "Eigentlich ist das hier das Herrenklo. Das Mädchenklo ist dortdrüben, Bill!" you say cheekily. Bill glares at you and stalks away. With that out of the way, let’s break this down - "Eigentlich ist das hier das Herrenklo. Das Mädchenklo ist dortdrüben, Bill!" ; [Eye-gent-lish ist doss heer doss he-ren-kloe. Doss meechen-kloe ist dort drooben, Beel.] :: "Actually, this is the men's bathroom. The girl's bathroom is over there, Bill." Splendid.  Last but never least. You’re sitting around a group of people, and they all think you’re a riot. The jokes you’re telling are just the funniest. You’re everyone’s favorite guy. Suddenly, Gustav from Tokio Hotel saunters into the room! You are all excited because you know just the thing to say.“Hey, guys,” you say jauntily, eyes half-lidded. "Wie nennt man einen Jungen, der mit drei Musikerin rumhängt? Gustav!" Everyone laughs. Gustav simply looks around and says, in perfect English, “Well, I guess I had that coming.” Okay, let’s back up. "Wie nennt man einen Jungen, der mit drei Musikerin rumhängt? Gustav!" ; [Vee nent mahn eye-nin yoon-gen, dare mitt dry myoo-zee-ker room-hangt? Goose-stuv!] :: "What do you call a guy who hangs out with three musicians? Gustav." And you’re set! Stay tuned for your next lesson, and yes, there will be a quiz. 
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