We've all done it.
You and your bestest bud are sitting around, innocently eating chips and pizza, catching up and chatting-- and then WHAM!
You say something, or they say something (but probably you say something) a little silly, a little incoherent-- definitely embarrassing-- and it sticks.
Before you know it, you've invented yourself a new language.
Suddenly you're always using phrases like "psy-kwon-do" and "dooblah", ending every sentence with an emphatic "FAUX SHISELLE!" and using invented words unwittingly in conversations with other people, getting quizzical looks and raised eyebrows from the stranger that you just met from down the hall.
But you OWN it.
So here's to all the unabashed, self-proclaimed bilingualists:
We are bosewesome, and BRP, I'm psy-kwon-do-ing you all of the un-confuséd awesomeness that I can, faux shiselle. And that may have been a bit of bouche-fullness, but in cheese, you know that it just means we're the best-- uncontested philosophically with our dooblah thinkers, Nietzsche and Lyotard, behind us.
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