F*Bomb Alert! Several F*Bombs, actually. It’s the name of a town, people!

I’m placing this picture here so the next picture doesn’t show up on your social media site, unless you want it to – then, well…sorry?

Real post starts now.

Not often do I plead with my husband to take me on a road trip when we’re in Kirchberg, but when I saw that this town existed and was only a few short hours away, well how could he say no?  Easily.

Me:  Oh. My. God.  There’s a Fucking, Austria!

Volker:  It’s pronounced “Vooking”

Me:  Not where I come from.  It’s only two hours away!  We can’t get there by train but we could rent a car and drive.  If we left now we could be back by dinner.

Volker:  Are you insane?  Why?

Me:  Why!?  So we can take a picture by this sign!  What is wrong with you?

Volker:  Yeah.  No.

So I called my sister, Sherli (I know).  We spent some time designing a T-shirt.  Fucking, Austria’s Tourist Board should definitely call us.

And here it is on a map.

Me:  Does that look like a penis?

Volker:  I don’t even know how to respond to that.  No, unless it was involved in a terrible accident, then maybe.

While we can’t compete with Fucking, we do have a Bald Knob here in Arkansas.  Please tell me there are more awesome town names out there.  Oh the places you can go.

American German – language lesson #7

Bitte nicht so schnell! (bitta nikt soo shnel) – Please not so fast!  Use as warranted.