So a while ago, a couple friends made blogs sharing some of
the best, strangest, or funniest texts that they have received while in Peace Corps. These are all
texts I have received in Peace Corps, but sadly there were many, MANY were that
I had to uh, remove from this list to keep it PG-ish. Here we go:
-Yeah it’s a great
movie. But if you want I can dismantle it for you to show the horrible message
that it sends.
-I have an irrevocable
lifetime membership to the kargi bitchi club
-Well just cover her in
honey and run. My counterpart actually told me “we don’t go in the mountains,
its hot and there are animals”
-Im still very pro
water buffalo.
-He claims to be
5’11’’. That can’t be right.
-New word for you:
muxtapuri means when you go around and eat for free (supra hop?)
-I love that bowl is
the unit of measurement for wine here.
-I mean I have my beard
I don’t think they got a good look at me.
-So f*ing good and so
f*ing sad and such a f*ing chick flick but boy do I f*ing love it
-I had to play that
game but on and off through the entire ride because of the various odors that
perfumed the marshutka
-My grandma just walked
in on me peeing and we made serious eye contact. Wish I knew Georgian for
awkward.
-I really don’t
understand how you’re not obese.
-Im already breaking my
1 oreo per day rule.
-God wont b there. Just
russman.
-There was just an
American on Georgia’s Got Talent whose “talent” was having giant boobs and
breaking/holding things with them. The hosts and judges verified they were real
by fondling them on national TV. Oh, she also hit the hosts in the face with
them.
-Youz a city boy don’t
pretend like you know that soflis cxovreba.
-Whoa dude that’s
heavy. Yeah if you wanna talk in a few ill be free. Just on the pot right now.
-Yes my daddy is a
chicken farmer.
-Marika asked how youre
doing and if youre getting fat.
-We are apparently
going somewhere and you guys have to come, they called you “angels”
-At my host bros 17th
bday. Just me and his buddies. Its like a chuckie cheese supra.
-Favorite part of leadership trainings. When you ask who is a leader. The first response is Stalin.
-Favorite part of leadership trainings. When you ask who is a leader. The first response is Stalin.
-Good lord. Someone
mentioned Hitler. One kid then yelled out magari kacia
-Have you ever played
clue and though you were about to win only to figure out you're totally wrong
about one of the categories? That’s how I feel about his comfort with public
undergarments.
-It’s gonna turn you
into one of them while you sleep dude.
-INFO: travel to
Tbilisi still restricted due to the unaccounted tiger and hyena in the city
-You sure this isn’t an
acid flashback?
-Just had a no squat
ghost poop. Pretty sweet.
-Or maybe Thompson has
one of those nights where he does some meth a half hour before tip off and
scores 40 in the third quarter.
-There are two children
at the front of this marsh saying “swear to god if you wave this pretzel in my
face!” and they’re also parentless… Im freaked out.
-Its terrible weather
here… I guess that means youll be back soon then
-Today is Button Up
and/or Tie/Blazer Day. Don’t be a **** ***** *** *** ** ***** **** ** ***** and
not do it. Mommas proud of you.
-good old Site Rat
disease is settling in
-10:30 am Marika gives
me coffee and chacha. Happy Saturday cluster mates :)
-The universe has heard
my bulking prayers…. funeral supra in Oz
--Yeah man, plus
malnourishment and deathly cold gyms don’t help.
-Cow….. Better than
brains though. Had that during Pst and I haven’t been the same since.
-Another anti drinking
tool discovered – just successfully used some internalized karate kid “wax
on/wax off” moves in conjunction with some “Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon moves
to evade the multiple grasping attempts of a group of insistent alcohol
‘pushers’. No one was injured or hurt – BUT it was a thing of seemingly
choreographed beauty (flowing hands, arms & side stepping feet). Smooth yet
effective. Too bad it wasn’t filmed.
-TROOOOPS! WE HAVE BUT
THREE SHORT WEEKS BEFORE OUR LABOR FINDS ITS REST WITHIN THE CREVACES OF WINTER.
BUT THREE SHORT WEEKS BEFORE WE PROPEL OURSELVES INTO THE NEW YEAR; THE YEAR OF
OUR TRIUMPH. THE YEAR WE CLAIM VICTORY. THE YEAR WE SHED OUR TIRED SKIN AND
EVOVLE INTO SOMETHING NEW. STEEL YOURSELVES COMRADES! THE DAY IS NEIGH! THE SUN
BEGINS TO RISE! AND WHEN IT DOES, BASK WITHIN THE GLORY OF ITS LIGHT. BE THE
EDGE OF A BLADE AND RAISE YOUR SHIELDS. NO LONGER SHALL WE MERELY ENDURE! FROM
NOW ON, WE FIGHT!
I had a lot of fun trying to figure out who sent which text. For sure I know the last one! But, I wanted to tell you, I encountered that "how was it/did you like it" question hundreds of times when I came back to the U.S. after Micronesia. I learned that one really good way to handle it was to smile, shrug, and say something like, "you know, it's like anywhere else. There are good people, and not so good people. There are happy days, and sad days. It was just ... life, but with a different flavor." Or words to that effect. It seemed to work really well.
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