I'm still angry about my German II class back in the summer of 1993. I had that bastard George "Little Hitler" Buehler. One day we were going over the "gern" construction, which is used to say you enjoy something. If you wanted to say, "I like talking" in German, you'd say, "Ich spiele gern." So, okay. We were looking at the textbook at all the different activities listed and going around the room to say what we liked. I decided I wanted to say that I liked skeet shooting, despite the fact that I detest guns and in fact have no idea what a skeet is. The German word for "shooting" is "schiessen," which is pronounced with a long "E"--sort of like "sheesen." Well, that "ei" vs. "ie" thing always screwed me up in German. I could never remember which was pronounced like a long "E" and which with a long "I". So I mistakenly said it with a long "I" sound: "Ich skeetscheissen gern."
Well, as it happens, the German word for "shitting" is "scheissen." So I'd said I enjoyed skeet shitting. And that little Translyvanian bastard stood up there and laughed his Teutonic ass off at me. And if that weren't bad enough, every time he saw me on campus for the next year, he'd make a point to say, "Hey, how's the skeetscheissen going?"
I'll get him back one day oh yes oh yes I'll get him and if you try and stop me you're all going down. YOU'RE ALL GOING DOWN.