bulgarian revelation

Written March 23. 2007 in Uncategorized
So I was on my way to Kosovo three weeks or so ago, and, as we were driving along the national highway just on the outskirts of Pleven, we saw a young lady making the hitch hiker international sign. As it was raining cats and dogs, we felt sorry for the poor thing and thought we'd give her a ride to the next town.
We pulled the car over next to her, i opened my window and greeted her in Russian: "Dobryi den!". And her reply was: "Saxophone!".
As were were staring at her in amazement and confusion, she repeated the word, also making another international sign with her hand, pointing at her mouth: "Saxophone sex!"
It figures that we were a couple of smart lads and picked up the hint rather quickly, but declined the offer and left her behind in the rain.
An then it struck me just how well behaved Bulgarian prostitutes actually are... "Saxophone" was like an euphemism in order to avoid saying it up front: "Clinton sex!"...
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