The piston is in father's underwear drawer, the underwear is being aired outside. The piston is in Kylie's bosomy chest, a ton for him, a ton for you, knees up for your father's one-legged jeans, tested on the ooze of your father, you and you with the thin ale, old jeans, or poem-ends, your manly fluids [the remainder of the text describes acts of such depravity as to endanger the reader's virtue were they to be translated].

ipso facto

NHS waiting list for Hip Replacements

Het spijt me, ik spreek geen Engels

I hate spit, me, and that bloke off Vets in Practice said it was icky too.

longum iter atque molestum eos adhuc manebat.

It's a long time at the mausoleum for anyone to smack a lion on the head. (I don't know, these Romans are crazy)

Meenya yest tree syestree ee sobarka. Ya nye paneemaiyoo p'angleeski

*overcoming temptation to translate literally* My wooden sisters are mean bitches. It's true! They spread mayonnaise on my skis and broke them.