A translator and Google translate
walk into a bar, along with their boss
Hi,” the translator says to the
bartender. “I’m retiring, this is my replacement, the other guy is my boss, we
want some drinks
“That’s great,” the bartender
replies. “What will it be?”
“I’ll have a vodka,” the translator
says. “And you, Google?”
“One Martini, outer foliage the
olives.”
“Sorry?” said the bartender.
“He means, leave out the olives,” the
translator says.
“I’m sorry,” the bartender says after
looking at his bottles, “we’re out of gin.”
“Then I want a salted canine. A
courser with salt.”
“He wants a salty dog,” the
translator cleared it up. “A greyhound, or what’s the name.”
“Okay,” the bartender says. “And your
boss?”
The boss says something, Google
translates.
“A wall to bang.”
“A wallbanger!” the bartender says,
pleased.
“No,” the translator replies. “He
wants to bang his head on the wall for using Google translate
This content is originally posted by Roxana Kiril
in her blog
