Born speaking english, learned French, Icelandic, Almost fluent in Spanish. Working on my German, but VERY slowly.
When we were in the states two summers ago, I went to the grocery store and saw two store clerks giving shit to this tourist couple who dont speak 10 words of english, my wife and I instantly cut over into Icelandic to talk some huge trash on their asses. I ask the guy a question in totally fragmented english to, how shall we say, fuck with him? Yeah, that works. He says some typical racist shit to the effect of "Nope, we dont have that here in A M E R I C A, Adolf." I guess Mr. Education thought Icelandic was german, which freaked my Viking wife out just enough for her to switch into english long enough to give this assnozzle a radical colostomy. Manager came over to settle her down (nice try) and I am quite sure Mr. Education was baggin' the grocerys for a while after that. Love it.
Miss Janet: as far as Tiger goes, he is one brain cell north of curling and equally as usefull.