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I don't know; I didn't listen!
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It's at times like this I wish I had listened to what my mother told me.
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Come on, you could drive a bus up here! My father, urging me to climb up a steep hill behind him.
If you do that again I'll make you smile on the other side of your face. My mother's favourite preparation for a sharp slap.
Der landschaft ist mit schnee bedeckt! My mother, whenever it snows overnight. She claims it's the only thing she remembers from one year of German lessons at school (in about 1948)
In response to a burp:
Pardon me for being rude
It was not me, it was my food
It just popped up to say hello
And now it's gone back down below.
Don't make me come in there...
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