
After a few years of marriage, I decided to learn from the master herself and up my burping game. With a little practice and absolutely no sense of shame, I finally learned to fire off a decent throat honk. (The results are pleasing to us both.) But where hers are tinny and painful to the inner ear, mine are deeper, with just the right amount of bass; kind of like the retarded lovechild of an Australian cane toad and a foghorn.
So the other day, I was pounding a bottle of mineral water while we watched TV on the couch. I took one last swallow, straightened my neck and serenaded my wife with a deafening bell ringer. Then, I turned to her with all the pride in the world and announced, “I learned that from you.” My wife nodded her head and turned back to the TV, saying:
“Yeah, that definitely grew on my dung.”*
*From the German expression, “Es ist auf meinem Mist gewachsen,” which figuratively means, “It (or that) originated from my idea,” but translates literally to, “It grew on my manure.”
— OGM

I love this and both of you)
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I laughed, because I know in the United States, the looks one gets for belching. I have a new blog Reading History Like a Novel, I will cover some German history.
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Nice!
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