Today's story is not that funny, but it really tickles me so I'll tell it anyway. If you've been coming here a while you'll know I try to keep my posts clean, but today there is a profanity which is a key part of the story so I'm going to leave it in.
Not long ago my friend's dad went on holiday to Turkey for a few weeks. His name is Robin.
Each day he ate his lunch at a little cafe close to his hotel. It was a local-yocal little joint, always busy and populated by the same regulars. The cafe was run by a large jovial man named Irfan.
Irfan well and truly ran the show. He was a great bearded beast of a man with a booming voice and roaring laugh, a prolific anecdotalist captivating his audience with stories and gags.
On the final day of his holiday Robin went to the cafe for the last time. Having finished his lunch he said his goodbyes to Irfan. Realising they had never been properly introduced, Irfan asked Robin his name.
"Robin," he replied.
"HA!" exclaimed Irfan, "you're a Robin Basssssstarrrrrrrrd!"
32 comments:
FIRST! Although I think I was first yesterday too.
And now I wonder. Are my posts usually clean? I don't do it intentionally if they are.
I just noticed that your posts ARE usually clean. What the hell am I doing here?
Oh, that's right, I like your stories anyway. Maybe I'm evolving.
I'm going to have to remember that for the suicidal robin in the hemlock right outside the laundry room, who repeatedly flies from his chosen branch smack into the window.
Several times a day.
For several days now.
You'd think he'd get the idea.
If that was your idea of profanity, I'm in big BIG trouble!
Happy Friday Mad Dog! Wait...is your Friday over already?
Funny... my ex's name is Rob and he's a bastard. Coincidence? Probably.
Oh dear *frantically tries to recall comments made on this blog, hoping there were no swears*
If I swear please forgive me - I'm Australian.
Irfan sounds like a trip. I totally want an Irfan.
P.S. I was born in New York. I'm still trying to reform my mouth.
I don't get it but that's okay - sometimes I'm stooopid.
Hey! I don't know if you've seen today's post but I'd love it if you wanted to be on my penpal list.
The gag is that 'Robin' sounds like 'robbing' to the Turk!
Heeheehee. Snort. I'm still trying to get over seeing you on that bike with the lawnmower yesterday!
Well, I get it now that I read the comment thread.
Your clean posting did have a nude beach infiltrated by a family last week... just saying.
oh the profanity of it all....dirty mouth. ;)
Cute story.
That reminds me of that old Yahoo Serious film, Reckless Kelly, with the girl named "Robin Banks."
Best. Name. Ever.
Hehe. It tickled me too.
Oy!
I want you to vlog a post so I can hear one of these stories told in your voice. It would be extra hilarious.
What doya say?
I'm with Gwen. I didn't get it. Which could mean I am either stupid, it's a foriegn thing, or I haven't been sleeping enough.
I refuse to think it is my fault at all so I blame it on the foreign thing because I can so try to stop me!
I thought that was the funny thing about it but wasn't sure until I read the comments!
Bastard is a profanity? I use that one as a term of endearment for my ex. Damn. Ooops. There I go swearing again.
Is "Bastard" the profanity? You do keep it clean.
oh God, if clean was a requirement, I'd be in big trouble but you accept me for me, potty mouth and al and I love you for it. Great story
My Granny told me that I "have a potty mouth" on my blog. I told her if she didn't like it she could not read it. She still reads it though. And the fact that Robin got called a Bastard publicly. Hilarious.
It was funnier than a lot I've read!
Hehehehehehe!!!! Holidays to Turkey really are the best things for hearing stuff like that.
Where's the profanity?
And I don't get it. Is there something wrong with me or with you?
LOL
My name is Robin and I've been called A LOT of things over the years, but never that. I must be doing something wrong....
:) Robin
cinnamon & honey
HeeHee
YOu get an E for effort!!!!
Okay, I read the comments looking for some explanation about the Robin Bastard thing. And good thing I did. I guess it's a Turkey thing?
Speaking of turkey, dude, if you want to see profanity, you can come to my site. I mean, I try to tone it down, but the F-bomb comes out sometimes, and other stuff, like fart. ;)
Irfan would be fun at a party. Maybe a party with lots of old people.
And thanks for dropping by my site. Nice to see you!
I used to keep my blog clean, until I started frequenting blogs that use a lot of profanity. Suddenly all kinds of dirty words keep popping up in my head when I write.
Osmosis? Who knows!
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