Warning. This will only be funny to the 1 or 2 people who read this blog who understand Mandarin (Hiya Gary!)
Thursday night or was it Wednesday, Maggie and I stopped off at La Terrasse to have dinner at the place Franklin calls "Uncle Terry's." There's a tendency amongst...
...nevermind, here's the joke.
Frank's sitting on his new chair at the table. Daddy wants him to eat his veggie pizza, but he's sure he'd rather be eating raisins (I know, I'm going to have to get his DNA tested.) C'mon, though. All kinds of good stuff on veggie pizza. Besides, I didn't want anymore because I'm trying not to return to my churlish figure. So, I hid his raisins under a half-finished crossword from September. He looked around wondering where his raisins were, so I asked him:
"Frank where are your raisins?"
To which he replied, "Putao gone!"
ROFLMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sorry. Anyway. In Mandarin, the word for raisin is 葡萄乾兒 (Pu Tao Gan r) so it's really quite funny...umm, right? Gary? Anyone?
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I got it~ :)
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