Contrary to popular belief, it's not because I'm French, a great cook, or because I really like peas. Just be patient, and I'll get to the explanation in my own time. *grins*
I haven't always been called frenchpeas. There was a deep, dark, scary time in my life when people called me Two Tails. But that's a story for another day and probably another narrator.
My "nickname" (if that's what you want to call) really doesn't have any drastic or crazy origins. When I was in high school, I studied French (because German sounds like you're hacking up a lung, and Spanish didn't appeal to me). At the same time, I was good friends with a girl who's (almost) as nuts as I am.
One of our favorite things to do was to watch Veggie Tales. Not for the wholesome, religious message of the videos, but because of Silly Songs With Larry. Being creative, and of an odd thought process, we liked songs like "Everybody's Got a Water Buffalo", "We Are the Pirates (Who Don't do Anything)", and "Love My Lips". If you want to see what I'm talking about, Google any one of those songs. It should be an enlightening experience.
So, I spoke French (a master of such key phrases as ... "I lost my head! Help me find it or give me yours." and "I wish all the XYZs would fall in a deep, dark hole and die. But I'm not bitter."), So combine my studies with the Veggie Tales, and you have your answer.
I'm a French peas because I like the French peas, I speak French, and, according to my friend, I'm about the size of a pea (darned bean poles always picking on the little guy!). There you have it. The wonderfully fascinating story of how I became frenchpeas. Aren't you so glad you never asked?
I haven't always been called frenchpeas. There was a deep, dark, scary time in my life when people called me Two Tails. But that's a story for another day and probably another narrator.
My "nickname" (if that's what you want to call) really doesn't have any drastic or crazy origins. When I was in high school, I studied French (because German sounds like you're hacking up a lung, and Spanish didn't appeal to me). At the same time, I was good friends with a girl who's (almost) as nuts as I am.
One of our favorite things to do was to watch Veggie Tales. Not for the wholesome, religious message of the videos, but because of Silly Songs With Larry. Being creative, and of an odd thought process, we liked songs like "Everybody's Got a Water Buffalo", "We Are the Pirates (Who Don't do Anything)", and "Love My Lips". If you want to see what I'm talking about, Google any one of those songs. It should be an enlightening experience.
So, I spoke French (a master of such key phrases as ... "I lost my head! Help me find it or give me yours." and "I wish all the XYZs would fall in a deep, dark hole and die. But I'm not bitter."), So combine my studies with the Veggie Tales, and you have your answer.
I'm a French peas because I like the French peas, I speak French, and, according to my friend, I'm about the size of a pea (darned bean poles always picking on the little guy!). There you have it. The wonderfully fascinating story of how I became frenchpeas. Aren't you so glad you never asked?
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