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The highway of communication is fraught with misinterpretation, innuendos and blushes.
 The learner driver of a new language can find themselves in uncomfortable but hilarious situations!
Learning the alphabet has never been so dangerous ( this has been proven to me time and again) as it is when it is sign language alphabet. Your hands can find themselves in very sticky situations!!!!!

You have to be very specific when you are talking about parts of the human anatomy. A friend was helping me through the process of signing into hospital through the doctor. He asked the usual admission questions Are you a smoker? I admitted to smoking a joint when I was 18. One particular question . had me stumped. A friend kept asking me the same question I repeated louder and louder "bowls" Every patient on the ward was looking for the sick bowls. Eventually my friend asked the doctor how to spell the word. She forgot that my poo had an e in it.

Not long after this incident, a younger cousin was visiting me in hospital, my aunt was with him. She is a hairdresser. While he was learning the language, his signing was all over the place. His hand kept moving around like that girls head in the exorcist! I asked if he had been anywhere before he visited me. He signed in his back to front manner in nanny's for a blow job. I shrieked what he said. He went puce and found a way for the ground to open up and swallow him! The poor lad meant to say dry.

I was recently shopping for a baby present for a friend. In the shop my PA asked do you know the and started blushing and trying to spell a word beginning with s. She just kept stuttering sss. In the end she said girl or boy. I said sex you do know where your 3 kids came from right?! On another occasion with the same lady, I was shopping for funny bits for my dad's birthday party games. For a laugh, I looked in the hen party section of the pound shop for things to put inside balloons. She found a little pink box with nooky on it and looked inside. She nearly died there on the spot. She said I cant believe I found this in Dealz I asked what she means. She kept saying its a ring c c c c co ring making very suggestive motions with her fingers. In the end she kind whispers tiny cock ring. She seems mortally afraid that people will overhear her signing naughty words.

The hand is a dangerous weapon - use with caution ( watch out for the brain too).

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