I can speak a bit of French, oh, and I'm pretty much fluent in Ebonics, though I hardly ever use my knowledge of it when I talk, due to fear of sounding like a trendy twat. I can't even bring myself to say Hoodie (remember, that's a hooded top, not a person who wears a hooded top), even though everybody and their Grandma seems to be using the word these days.
Gobbledegook, Yokel, Nonsense, a teeny weeny bit of Arabic and French
I can speak GCSE French and AS level Spanish; as well as English-kind of.
I have a grasp of German. Enough to translate the drunken ramblings of a friend who takes his heritage a little too seriously.
I have friends who sing "Three Times a Lady" in German in homage to Eddie Izzard. That and their GCSE class all learnt to say "No time for that now, there are pigs for f**king!"
Quote: Aaron @ June 8 2008, 6:13 PM BSTNo you don't!
It's 1337...
My heart aflutters when it reaches 37 minutes past one on a digital clock. And I took a picture of my car mileage when it hit 1337. Saaaaaaad. 
You should've left the mileage there forever!
Quote: Rachel @ June 8 2008, 7:26 PM BSTI took a picture of my car mileage when it hit 1337. Saaaaaaad.
Immense. If I ever drive, I shall do much the same.