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What I would do

What would I do for you?  There's lots of things, actually I would spontaneously start speaking Hungarian for you...but it probably would sound like nonsense and some Hungarian dude    Would be all like "Haver, nem beszél magyarul"         I would shrug, because                        I don't know Hungarian... But I'd still do it for you, if you wanted me to. I would fly us to ancient Mayan burial grounds, where we could    Learn all about a lost culture            We would run into a cursed                                     Mayan Chief, but he'd actually be pretty cool                          He would teach us how to do a rain dance,          Every once in awhile he'd look at you and say "kíichpan"       and I'd be like..."Dude, back off..."                        He's like 2000 years old...                                                               He's way too old for you. I would carve you an Ice Sculpture in your likeness         Taking care to make sure that every detail was perfect and reflected                        Your beauty                               In every possible way.      I'm not too good at Ice Sculpting, though, so it might just end up looking                            Like an oddly-shaped block of ice.       Sorry...             I hope you would like it anyway For you, I would count to infinity      Which might not sound like a feat, at first    But then I would count back to zero   I'm pretty sure no one's done that before....      I won't be able to do it all in one day So it might take awhile...                   Hope you don't mind waiting for me     I would write poetry every day for you             Because I know that I would never run out of things           To write about ....Well, maybe every 'other' day.
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j-a-doetsch
40 / M / American
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Jan 2, 2012
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"Haver, nem beszél magyarul" means "Dude, you can't speak Hungarian" in Hungarian.  For some reason, though, when you put it through a translator, it will tell you that it means "You cannot speak English".  This is somewhat offputting. "kíichpan" means "pretty" or "beautiful" in Mayan.

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