It wasn't actually a bestiality story before Google translate. Honest. So, I tried this with a sex scene and... "She trailed her muff felt down to stir her sensitive sensation" "She had more boyfriend that she want to open her body"
Bearing in mind the ongoing Brexit negotiations, I chose Luxembourgish... The Lord is my Shepherd, I do not want to. He drives me up and runs and grass green. He let me loose water. Yes, although I'm going through the darkest majority, I'm not sick. You're still with me and your staff in my voice. Good and savvy and all my life will surely be my own. In God's house forever, my dwelling surface will be.
First paragraph of after the wave, via arabic ... Google isn't going to put translators out of work any time soon "They say it started when someone fucked a monkey, if that's true I hope you bastard sorry fun, because it certainly smash the rest of us "Blade stopped as the ripple of laughter ran over the training bunker, looked around, 25 new faces looked at him again, Some men and women are anxious, some indifference, one or two bored ... desperate and sample ... usual to absorb the Recon ... I just hope some of them have shit together think"
that's actually right - hes talking about a global epidemic (They say it started when someone fucked a monkey, if thats true i hope the sorry bastard had fun, because he certainly shafted the rest of us)
A conversation in my WIP, translated to Samoan and back: Kaelie lay down at the restaurant table, streaming down the couch. "Even after I'm bathing and changing, I still feel dying," she cried. Evalynne reached out on the table and Kaelie clapped on the head. "You like your first car and Weaponsmaster Laerin, are you?" "Do not talk to me about running," Kaelie whispered on the board board. "It's all I did, every morning, without stopping, my legs are painful, my chest is hurt." Slow slowly. "I'm listening to you, I rested, progressed, and retired all morning, and my feet were burned." He smiled Laerin's voice. "'It's not a dance class, a sword.' Bah. "
Xhosa. When I repented, Tommy was ready for a bottom floor at the desk reception. He dropped the number to the world number, and searches for the Pikes Peak diagram after the dash. Although I, I picked up a cup of black things and raised it up. He gave me a spear and he threw it on him.
This makes it seem so much more serious and intent than "“Don’t talk to me about running,” Kaelie mumbled into the wooden tabletop." lol That sounds dodgy...
I will just post my 'Dear Mistress Letter, run through Croatian. Dear Master, First of all I want to tell you how much I care about you today. You are indeed the most beautiful mistress around the world. This will be here for you when you return home from your much deserved vacation, which I hope is the most relaxing and comfortable. However, by the time you find this letter you write in the UV tag, it will overlap to return it, so I'll write. Do you think that's all a cricket bag, moving like a queen? Well then you will be happy to know this, your royal highness. I switched your favorite bobbin with a bat from the foam. It seemed appropriate just as the old leather rod looked in any way. Your wand also did not look good, so the so called. Pasta noodles took over this role (and it is a beautiful shade of green that I can add). All your little boys with the battery have been reduced to manual status. I have a map of treasures in a place where a tiny battery could be. He switched all his ropes with long whicidal whips. It is very difficult to find a candy maker to make them in such a length but all for you. And finally, your favorite silk panties. White, with laced lace. You know the ones I think. I put them in chocolate, and it was a great task to keep them in shape that would shape them, but I managed to do it. He thought you needed something to make you sometimes sweeter. Love…
There's this gem, courtesy of Swahili. I overcame the sound of smartass that came to mind and said, "It's not since I closed eight o'clock." "I missed the boats." I went to a cardboard near the sandwiches and sofa and I poured out a cup of coffee from a nightclub. It was weak and burnt, but it was hot and coffee. Cups of black things and spears and nightclubs. Maybe I should let Google Translate write my book.
I used Estonian. The war fled from the tent of the resurrected and drew directly to the person whom he hoped to avoid: Jessie, the best friend, turned the enemy. Two eyes were for a moment stars. Then the Jessie Blood and Honor tattoo will focus on the left breast. They found me, they found me! Jessie tried to grab the Kara's shoulder, but she set her aside and stompped through the capture of the skin. The dashing left hook killed the Kara immediately under the jaw of his ear, sending him a balance. It's kinda boring apart from the beginning: "The war fled from the tent of the resurrected". Now that's real poetry right there... And then "jaw of his ear". Yikes, is he a mutant? Also, sad to see him/her die in this version. Kara is a girl in the original, so the sex also changes, interestingly enough. #patriarchy #malesupremacy
That's a bust. Most of it is intact... except for a few sentences. Maybe it's because I prefer simple sentences? Anyways, I used French. "You remind me of the wounded sparrow we found in our backyard. You were six, I was eight. We played a game we invented. At first we thought the bird was just looking for food. But then we noticed that it was a matter of flying. You did it directly. It was before we even understood that the birds were carrying diseases. You held the bird in your swollen hands, as if your hands were a nest. Your eyes shone and shook. I could tell you that you were about to cry. But before you can even tear a single tear, the sparrow flies violently on its wings, lifted itself from your hands and flew away. I knew it changed you as it disappeared into the sky."
Two and a half angels, half demons, and a man traveled overland through Las Vegas. It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke and the longer Nathaniel spends the vehicle in a strange vehicle, the more it feels. Aaron had been given a pure shotgun to keep Kate as far away as possible from Kate, but it made Kevin gasp behind and irritable. The devil was not helped by the fact that they drove straight through Las Vegas without stopping at a casino. Nathaniel is sure to hear it over the next few decades. Indonesian.
Don't even try using rifled slugs through this, shot only. Shotguns are generally not generally indicated for treating multiple personality disorders, but the condition is poorly understood, so I'll be looking forward to the test results. ...annnd Kevin just farted, as a result of his IBS. No wonder no one in this car is happy.
a paragraph from the darkest storm via Finnish (in honour of Katrain) I took another mouthpiece in the mysterious yard, trying not to think too deeply about what it was, probably a greyhound. The teardrop of gray dishwashing, which was depressed tea, was weighed down when I had read the tabloid trash bin that another client had left behind. Apparently, all of our problems were caused by immigrants and Muslims. America had the right idea to deal with them and other social disadvantages. We could also improve our grip if the board had balls yadda yadda yadda. Fuck idiots
Ooh. I've done this quite a bit, actually. It becomes more hilarious the more languages you run it through. Honestly, reading this, I don't even remember what the original scene was.
Speakers of Igbo must be very polite, since "Well, you're going to go out" was originally, "Well fuck off then." The gray man also pointed out his hand. "And who are you?" "Eric Lau." Eric explained, "I see your computer." "Well, you're going to go out." Gray Government returned to Dominic. "She works, she Is it okay? " Dominic's handy." We thought so. It predicts that it is all the good and every kind of test, for two and a half days. Everything he says will happen, done. Suddenly, he began to make mistakes. Price prices, days, times, everything is not good. "
Through Chinese She pulled back, he came down to taste her neck, his face on the hair. Breathe in her ear "will." "Boo." "No, no, will not." "Let them speak, they will speak." Aria pushed his shoulders past, and he sighed. She looked at him and laughed. He was offended "what?" "You look disappointed." He shrugged straight, too panic, irrational, too embarrassed, want to say a lot of words. We went back to the party again. "No, it's not what I mean." "Then what do you mean? "Do not do that," said Aria, stand up. He stood up, try not to tremble. How can she have so much power on him? Scared him off if he could not have her, then he could go. go away. Would it be easier? "Do not do that," she said softly. Her hand on his face. Gently, she pulled him to her. Her lips like a trembling past, like a spoon as sweet things. "Where do you live?" She asked. He smiled like a fool. I feel like "want to say a lot of words" sounds like the author - I guess in this case, that would be me lol - just couldn't be bothered to write anymore!
Cebuano: And so they fell a step. Amy faces face face to face as she finds out where she is going, with Nightingale and Suntory a way behind her. The camels wrapped behind it. If this position concerns the weight of camels or if Amy does not want to hear about the Wild Beast, the world will not know.
