I had to take a cab home last night. I told the driver my address and off we went. He began what I thought was a normal conversation, including regular cabbie commentary like, "People here don't know how to drive," and "What a beautiful night, huh?" He spoke perfect English. Until. For some reason, I was completely unable to understand what he was saying next. Something about the silver circles and, I swear this is true, a nice pussy. He went on and on, occasionally looking back at me for approval. I just nodded politely and empathetically agreed, "Yeah, I know, man..."
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