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  • Lost in Translation

    Somewhat amusing and entertaining. Type in a sentence in English and it's translated into several languages with some interesting and humorous results.

    http://www.tashian.com/multibabel/

  • #2
    Original English Text:
    The St. Louis Cardinals will win the world series.

    Translated to French:
    Les cardinaux de St Louis gagneront la série du monde.

    Translated back to English:
    The cardinals of St Louis will gain the series of the world.

    Translated to German:
    Die Kardinäle von St. Louis gewinnen die Reihe der Welt.

    Translated back to English:
    The cardinals of pc. Louis win the number of the world.

    Translated to Italian:
    I cardinali del pc Louis vincono il numero del mondo.

    Translated back to English:
    The cardinals of the PC Louis gain the number of the world.

    Translated to Portuguese:
    Os cardeais do PC Louis ganham o número do mundo.

    Translated back to English:
    The cardinals of the PC Louis gain the number of the world.

    Translated to Spanish:
    could not translate

    Translated back to English:
    could not translate

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    • #3
      thanks a bunch for that
      Un-Official Sponsor of Randy Choate and Kevin Siegrist

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      • #4
        Original English Text:
        The San Diego Padres suck mass cock


        Translated to French:
        San Diego Padres sucent le robinet de masse


        Translated back to English:
        San Diego Padres suck the tap of mass
        You're being fucking dramatic. You own a TV and an air mattress. That's not exactly what I'd call "a lot to lose."

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        • #5
          QUOTE
          Original English Text:
          Good GOD, abortions are so bad they need to plan how to stop it, but at the same time they plan on how to re elect a president who is screwing up the country financially and has gotten over 1000 kids killed (rightly or wrongly)!?!?!

          Translated to French:
          Un bon DIEU, suspensions sont ainsi le mauvais qu'ils doivent projeter
          comment l'arrêter, mais en même temps ils projettent sur la façon
          dont aux Re élisez un président qui baise vers le haut du pays
          financièrement et a obtenu plus de 1000 gosses détruits
          (correctement ou incorrectement)!?!?!

          Translated back to English:
          Good GOD, suspensions are thus the bad one that they must project how
          to stop it, but at the same time they project on the way in which with
          Re elect a president who kisses to the top of the country financially
          and obtained more than 1000 destroyed kids (correctly or
          incorrectly)!?!?!
          [/b][/quote]


          QUOTE
          Original English Text:
          My name is dfunkinyoass because my nickname is dfunk and when i get going, i bring it so hard up your ass it rips and blisters it...godspeed fellow loungers

          Translated to French:
          Mon nom est des dfunkinyoass parce que mon surnom est dfunk et quand
          j'obtiens allant, j'apportent lui ainsi haut dur votre âne il des
          déchirures et des boursouflures qu'il... godspeed des canapés de
          camarade

          Translated back to English:
          My name is dfunkinyoass because my nickname is dfunk and when I obtain
          going, I bring to him thus high hard your ass it of the tears and the
          blisters that it... godspeed of the settees of comrade

          Translated to German:
          Mein Name ist dfunkinyoass, weil mein Spitzname dfunk ist und wenn ich
          das Gehen erreiche, ich holen ihm folglich stark hart Ihren Esel es
          der Risse und der Blasen, die es... von den Sofas des
          Kameraden godspeed

          Translated back to English:
          My name is dfunkinyoass, because my pointed name dfunk is and if I
          achieve a going, I gets him therefore strongly hard its donkey it the
          breaks and the blisters, it... from the sofas of the comrade godspeed

          Translated to Italian:
          Il mio nome è dfunkinyoass, perché il mio dfunk nome aguzzo è e se
          realizzo andare, I ottiene lui quindi fortemente duro il relativo
          asino esso le rotture e le bolle... dai sofà del camerata godspeed

          Translated back to English:
          My name is dfunkinyoass, because mine dfunk sharp name is and if I
          realize to go, obtains strongly hard he therefore the relative ass it
          them breaches and the bubbles... from the sofà of the comrade
          godspeed
          [/b][/quote]
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          The Hebrew Hammer, BBZ, Foods that start with the letter 'Q', Paul 'Visor' Mitchell, FBBHOFer Brett "William" Wallace, BBFHOF, THE LALPHABET: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N I Z M N O P Q R S T U V Z T U V X Y X Z, The Return of MarkD.

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          • #6
            Original English Text:
            NOT TODAY


            Busch Stadium is not our house.

            So I will not waste your time this morning talking about the importance of the Cardinals protecting our house in Game 6 of the NLCS. I will not broach the obscentity of seeing Houston players spilling champagne on our living-room carpet.

            Busch Stadium is not our house.

            It's much more important than that.

            It's where many of us watched our first game, caught our first foul ball, begged for our first autograph.

            It's where Gibby ruled the mound, where Brock ran like the wind, and where Ozzie made all the folks go crazy.

            It's where the El Birdos dominated, where Sutter struck out the last batter of 1982, where Mike Shannon has worked since the joint opened in 1966.

            The Ol' Redhead managed there. Stan the Man played his harmonica there. The White Rat led us back to glory there.

            This is where Gussie drove the Clydesdales, where Willie McGee tracked down fly balls, where Joaquin Andujar summed up his philosophy of life in one simple word: Youneverknow.

            This is where Big Mac smacked No. 70, where Tommy Lawless flipped his bat, where GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY...BRUMMER'S STEALING HOME!!!!!!!

            This is where the greatest St. Louis team in Busch Stadium's history performed. That's right, the 2004 Cardinals. They had the best home-record, the best record in baseball. Right on that field.

            Ted Simmons played there. Kenny Boyer managed there. And a beloved old man in a bright red jacket told a mournful nation why it was good and right to play baseball after Sept. 11.

            My friends, Jack Buck's coffin rested on that field. Daryl Kile pitched his last game there. And many of us cannot walk into that stadium without thinking of loved ones who are no longer with us.

            Not today.

            We don't lose today.

            Not against the Houston Astros. Not against a pitcher named Pete Munro. Not against a wild-card team.

            Not in Busch Stadium.

            No, it's not our house.

            It's simply the place where our memories congregate, where our baseball dreams are stored, where the voices of millions of fans and the ghosts of seasons past await their call to arms.

            Folks, it's time to wake 'em up.

            Translated to French:
            PAS AUJOURD'HUI


            Le stade de Busch n'est pas notre maison.

            Ainsi je ne perdrai pas votre temps ce matin parlant de l'importance
            des cardinaux protégeant notre maison dans le jeu 6 du NLCS. Je ne
            brocherai pas l'obscentity de voir des joueurs de Houston renverser le
            champagne sur notre tapis de salle de séjour.

            Le stade de Busch n'est pas notre maison.

            Il est beaucoup plus important que celui.

            Il est où bon nombre d'entre nous ont observé notre premier jeu,
            attrapé notre première boule fétide, priée pour notre premier
            autographe.

            Il est où Gibby a régné le monticule, où Brock a fonctionné comme
            le vent, et où Ozzie fait tous les gens deviennent fous.

            Il est où le EL Birdos dominé, où Sutter a frappé hors de la
            dernière pâte lisse de 1982, où Mike Shannon a fonctionné
            depuis que le joint s'est ouvert en 1966.

            Roux de l'Ol le 'a contrôlé là. Stan l'homme a joué son
            harmonica là. Le rat blanc nous a menés de nouveau à la gloire là.

            C'est où Gussie a piloté le Clydesdales, où Willie McGee a
            dépisté des boules de mouche, où Joaquin Andujar a résumé sa
            philosophie de la vie dans un mot simple : Youneverknow.

            C'est où le grand imper a claqué le numéro 70, où Tommy
            anarchique a renversé sa batte, où le !!!!!!! À LA MAISON de VOL
            des BONS d'un DIEU brummer de TOUTE-PUISSANT...

            C'est où la plus grande équipe de St Louis dans l'histoire du stade
            de Busch a exécuté. C'est juste, les 2004 cardinaux. Ils ont eu le
            meilleur maison-enregistrent, le meilleur enregistrement dans le
            base-ball. Droit sur cette zone.

            Ted Simmons a joué là. Kenny Boyer a contrôlé là. Et un vieil
            homme aimé dans une veste rouge lumineuse a dit à une nation triste
            pourquoi il était bon et juste de jouer au base-ball après septembre
            11.

            Mes amis, le cercueil du mâle de Jack se sont reposés sur cette
            zone. Daryl Kile a lancé son dernier jeu là. Et bon nombre d'entre
            nous ne peuvent pas marcher dans ce stade sans pensée à ont aimé
            ceux qui ne sont plus avec nous.

            Pas aujourd'hui.

            Nous ne détruisons pas aujourd'hui.

            Pas contre Houston Astros. Pas contre un pichet nommé Peter Munro.
            Pas contre une équipe de wild-card.

            Pas dans le stade de Busch.

            Non, ce n'est pas notre maison.

            C'est simplement l'endroit où nos mémoires rassemblent, où nos
            rêves de base-ball sont enregistrés, après où les voix des
            millions de ventilateurs et des ordinateurs de secours de saisons
            attendent leur appel aux bras.

            Des gens, il est temps de réveiller la 'fin de support.

            Translated back to English:
            NOT Today the stage of Busch is not our house. Thus I will not waste
            your time this morning speaking about the importance of the cardinals
            protecting our house in play 6 from the NLCS. I will not stitch the
            obscentity to see players Houston to reverse champagne on our carpet
            of living room. The stage of Busch is not our house. It is much more
            important than that. It is where good number among us observed our
            first play, caught our first stinking ball, requested for our first
            autograph. It is where Gibby reigned the monticule, where Brock
            functioned like the wind, and where Ozzie makes all people become
            insane. It is where the EL dominated Birdos, where Sutter struck out
            of the last paste smoothes of 1982, where Mike Shannon
            functioned since the joint opened in 1966. Russet-red of Ol '
            controlled there. Stan the man played his harmonica there. The white
            rat again carried out us to glory there. It is where Gussie controlled
            Clydesdales, where Willie McGee detected balls of fly, where
            Joaquin Andujar summarized its philosophy of the life in a simple
            word: Youneverknow. It is where large the imper claqué number 70,
            where anarchistic Tommy reversed its beater, where the!!!!!!! At the
            HOUSE of FLIGHT of the GOODS of GOD brummer of TOUTE-PUISSANT... It is
            where the largest team of St Louis in the history of the stage of
            Busch carried out. It is right, the 2004 cardinals. They had the best
            house-record, the best recording in the baseball. Right on this zone.
            Ted Simmons played there. Kenny Boyer controlled there. And an old man
            loved in a luminous red jacket said to a sad nation why it was good
            and right to play the baseball after September 11. My friends, the
            coffin of the male of Jack rested on this zone. Daryl Kile launched
            its last play there. And good number among us cannot go in this stage
            without thought liked those which are not any more with us. Not today.
            We do not destroy today. Not against Houston Astros. Not against a jug
            named Peter Munro. Not against a team of wild-card. Not in the stage
            of Busch. Not, it is not our house. It is simply the place where our
            reports gather, where our dreams of baseball are recorded, after where
            the voices of the million ventilators and of the backup computers of
            seasons await their call with the arms. People, it is time to awake
            the ' end of support.

            Translated to German:
            NICHT heute ist das Stadium von Busch nicht unser Haus. So vergeude
            ich nicht Ihre Zeit heute morgen, das über den Wert der Kardinäle
            spricht, die unser Haus in Spiel 6 vor dem NLCS schützen. Ich nähe
            nicht das obscentity, um Spieler Houston zu sehen, um Champagner auf
            unserem Teppich des lebenden Raumes aufzuheben. Das Stadium von Busch
            ist nicht unser Haus. Es ist viel wichtiger als das. Es ist, wo gute
            Zahl unter uns unser erstes Spiel beobachtete, abgefangen unserer
            ersten stinkenden Kugel, erbeten für unser erstes Autograph. Es ist,
            wo Gibby das monticule regierte, wo Brock wie der Wind arbeitete und
            wo Ozzie alle Leute geisteskrank werden läßt. Es ist, wo das EL
            Birdos beherrschte, in dem Sutter, das aus der letzten Paste heraus
            angeschlagen wird, von 1982 glatt macht, wo Mike Shannon
            arbeitete, da die Verbindung 1966 sich öffnete. Tuch-rot von Ol '
            dort gesteuert. Stan der Mann spielte seine Harmonika dort. Die weiße
            Ratte führte uns wieder durch, um dort zu genießen. Es ist, wo
            Gussie Clydesdales steuerte, in dem Willie McGee Kugeln der Fliege
            entdeckte, in der Joaquin Andujar seine Philosophie der Lebensdauer in
            einem einfachen Wort zusammenfaßte: Youneverknow. Es ist, wo groß
            das imper claqué Nr. 70, wo anarchistic Tommy seinen Klopfer aufhob,
            wo das!!!!!!! Am HAUS DES FLUGES der WAREN von GOTT brummer von
            TOUTE-PUISSANT... Es ist, wo das größte Team von St. Louis in der
            Geschichte des Stadiums von Busch durchführte. Es ist Recht, die 2004
            Kardinäle. Sie hatten das beste Haus-speichern, die beste Aufnahme im
            Baseball. Recht auf dieser Zone. Ted Simmons spielte dort. Kenny Boyer
            steuerte dort. Und ein alter Mann liebte in einer leuchtenden roten
            Jacke, die zu einer traurigen Nation gesagt wurde, warum es gut und
            recht war, den Baseball nach September 11 zu spielen. Meine Freunde,
            der Sarg des Mannes von Jack standen auf dieser Zone still. Daryl Kile
            stieß sein letztes Spiel dort aus. Und gute Zahl unter uns kann nicht
            in dieses Stadium ohne Gedanken gehen mochte die, die nicht irgendwie
            mehr mit uns sind. Nicht heute. Wir zerstören nicht heute. Nicht
            gegen Houston Astros. Nicht gegen einen Krug benannt Peter Munro.
            Nicht gegen ein Team von Wild-card. Nicht im Stadium von Busch. Nicht
            ist es nicht unser Haus. Es ist einfach der Platz, in dem unsere
            Reports erfassen, wo unsere Träume des Baseballs gespeichert werden,
            nachher, wo die Stimmen der Million Entlüfter und der backupcomputer
            von Jahreszeiten ihren Aufruf mit den Armen erwarten Sie. Leute, ist
            es Zeit, das ' Ende des Supports aufzuwachen.

            Translated back to English:
            NOT today the stage of shrubs is not our house. Thus I do not waste
            your time this morning, which speaks about the value of the cardinals,
            who protect our house in play 6 against the NLCS. I do not sew
            obscentity, in order to see players Houston, in order to remove
            Champagner on our carpet of the living space. The stage of shrubs is
            not our house. It is many more important than that. It is intercepted,
            where good number among us observed our first play, our first stinking
            ball, requested for our first autograph. It is, where Gibby the
            monticule governed, where break into like the wind operated and where
            to Ozzie lets all people become spirit ill. It is, where the EL Birdos
            controlled, in which Sutter, which is fastened from the last paste,
            of 1982 makes smooth, where Mike Shannon operated, since the
            connection 1966 opened. Cloth-red of Ol ' there controlled. Stan the
            man played its harmonika there. The white rat executed us again, in
            order to enjoy there. It is, where Gussie Clydesdales controlled, in
            which Willie McGee balls of the fly discovered, in which Joaquin
            Andujar its philosophy of the life span in a simple word summarized:
            Youneverknow. It is, where largely imper claqué NR. 70, where
            anarchistic Tommy removed its Klopfer, where!!!!!!! At the HOUSE of
            the FLIGHT of the GOODS of GOD more brummer of TOUTE PUISSANT... It
            is, where the largest team of pc. Louis executed in the history of the
            stage of shrubs. It is right, the 2004 cardinals. They had that best
            house memory, the best accommodation in the baseball. Quite on this
            zone. Ted Simmons played there. Kenny Boyer controlled there. And an
            old man loved in a lighting up red jacket, which was said to a sad
            nation, why it well and was quite to play the baseball after September
            11. My friends, the coffin of the man of Jack stood still on this
            zone. Daryl Kile discharged its last play there. And good number among
            us cannot go into this stage without thoughts liked those, which are
            more not somehow with us. Not today. We destroy not today. Not against
            Houston Astros. Not designated against a jug Peter Munro. Not against
            a team of game card. Not in the stage of shrubs. It is not not our
            house. It is simply the workstation, in which our report it enter,
            where our dreams of the baseball are stored, afterwards, where the
            voices of the million breather and the backupcomputer of seasons
            expect its call with the levers they people, are it time, the ' end of
            the support to wake up.

            Translated to Italian:
            Non oggi la fase degli arbusti non è la nostra casa. Così non spreco
            il vostro tempo questa mattina, che parla del valore dei cardinali,
            che proteggono la nostra casa nel gioco 6 dal NLCS. Non cucio il
            obscentity, nell'ordine per vedere i giocatori Houston, nell'ordine
            per rimuovere Champagner sulla nostra moquette dello spazio vivente.
            La fase degli arbusti non è la nostra casa. È molte più importanti
            di quella. È intercettata, dove il buon numero fra noi ha osservato
            il nostro primo gioco, la nostra prima sfera puzzante, chiesta per il
            nostro primo autograph. È, dove Gibby il monticule ha governato, dove
            la rottura come nel vento funzionato e dove a Ozzie lascia tutta la
            gente transformarsi in in ill di spirito. È, dove il EL Birdos ha
            gestito, in cui Sutter, che è fissato dall'ultima colla, di 1982
            marche liscia, dove microfono Shannon funzionato, poiché il
            collegamento 1966 si è aperto. Panno-rosso di Ol 'ha gestito. Stan
            l'uomo ha giocato il relativo harmonika là. Il ratto bianco li ha
            eseguiti ancora, per godere là. È, dove Gussie Clydesdales ha
            gestito, in cui le sfere di Willie McGee del mosca hanno scoperto, in
            cui Joaquin Andujar che la relativa filosofia della durata in una
            parola semplice ha ricapitolato: Youneverknow. È, dove in gran parte
            claqué NR del imper. 70, dove Tommy anarchistic ha rimosso il
            relativo Klopfer, dove!!!!!!! Alla CAMERA del VOLO delle MERCI del DIO
            più brummer di TOUTE PUISSANT... È, dove la più grande squadra di
            pc Louis eseguita nella storia della fase degli arbusti. È destra, i
            2004 cardinali. Hanno avuti quella memoria della casa migliore, la
            sistemazione migliore nel baseball. Abbastanza su questa zona. Ted
            Simmons ha giocato là. Kenny Boyer ha gestito là. E un uomo anziano
            amava in un'illuminazione sul rivestimento rosso, che si è detto ad
            una nazione triste, perchè pozzo e doveva abbastanza giocare il
            baseball dopo il 11 settembre. I miei amici, la bara dell'uomo di Jack
            hanno stato fermo su questa zona. Daryl Kile ha scaricato il relativo
            ultimo gioco là. Ed il buon numero fra noi non può entrare in questa
            fase senza pensieri ha gradito quelli, che non sono in qualche modo
            più con noi. Non oggi. Distruggiamo non oggi. Non contro Houston
            Astros. Non indicato contro una brocca Peter Munro. Non contro una
            squadra di scheda del gioco. Non nella fase degli arbusti. Non è la
            nostra casa. È semplicemente la stazione di lavoro, in cui il nostro
            rapporto esso entra, dove i nostri sogni del baseball sono
            memorizzati, in seguito, dove le voci dei milione sfiatatoi ed il
            backupcomputer delle stagioni prevede la relativa chiamata con le leve
            che popolano, che sono esso tempo, 'l'estremità del supporto da
            svegliare.

            Translated back to English:
            Not today the phase of the shrubs is not our house. Therefore not
            waste the your time this morning, that it speaks about the value of
            the cardinals, than proteggono our house in game 6 from the NLCS. I do
            not sew the obscentity, in the order in order to see the Houston
            players, in the order in order to remove Champagner on ours moquette
            of the living space. The phase of the shrubs is not our house. It is
            many more important than that one. It is intercepted, where the good
            number between we has observed our first game, our first smelling
            sphere, asked for our first one autograph. It is, where Gibby the
            monticule has governed, where the breach like in the wind worked and
            where to Ozzie leaves all people to transformarsi in in ill of spirit.
            It is, where the EL Birdos has managed, in which Sutter, that it is
            fixed from the last glue, of 1982 Marches smooth, where worked Shannon
            microphone, since connection 1966 has been opened. Cloth-red of Ol '
            it has managed. Stan the man has played the relative one harmonika
            here. The rape white man has still executes them, in order to enjoy Is
            here, where Gussie Clydesdales has managed, in which the spheres of
            Willie McGee of Moscow they have uncovered, in which Joaquin Andujar
            that the relative philosophy of the duration in a simple word
            ricapitolato: Youneverknow. It is, where in great part claqué NR of
            the imper. 70, where Tommy anarchistic has removed the relative
            Klopfer, where!!!!!!! To the ROOM of the FLIGHT of the GOODSES of the
            GOD more brummer than TOUTE PUISSANT... It is, where greatest square
            than PC Louis executed in the history of the phase of the shrubs. It
            is skillful, the 2004 cardinals. They have had that memory of the
            better house, the better sistemazione in the baseball. Enough on this
            zone. Ted Simmons has played here. Kenny Boyer has managed here. And a
            old man loved in a lighting system on the red covering, than he has
            said themselves to a sad nation, why sink and had to play the baseball
            enough after the 11 september. My friends, the coffin of the man of
            Jack have been firm on this zone. Daryl Kile has unloaded relative the
            last game here. And the good number between we cannot enter in this
            phase without thoughts has appreciate those, than they are not in some
            way more with we. Not today. We destroy not today. Not against Houston
            Astros. Not indicated against one water jug Peter Munro. Not against a
            square of card of the game. Not in the phase of the shrubs. It is not
            our house. It is simply the job station, in which the our relationship
            it enters, where our dreams of the baseball are memorizza you, later
            on, where the backupcomputer and voices million sfiatatoi the seasons
            preview the relative call with the levers that popolano, that they are
            it time, ' the extremity of the support to wake up.

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            • #7
              Original English Text:
              Do you have access to a smart person?

              Translated to French:
              Avez-vous accès à une personne futée ?

              Translated back to English:
              Do you have access to a smart person?

              Translated to German:
              Haben Sie Zugriff zu einer intelligenten Person?

              Translated back to English:
              Do you have access to an intelligent person?

              Translated to Italian:
              Avete accesso ad una persona intelligente?

              Translated back to English:
              You have approached to one intelligent person?

              Translated to Portuguese:
              Você aproximou-se a uma pessoa inteligente?

              Translated back to English:
              You was come close it an intelligent person?

              Translated to Spanish:
              ¿Cerca le vinieron él una persona inteligente?

              Translated back to English:
              Close came he to him an intelligent person?

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              • #8
                Original English Text:
                Shoot, we'll fix that!

                Translated to French:
                Pousse, nous fixerons cela !

                Translated back to English:
                Push, we will fix that!

                Translated to German:
                Drücken Sie, wir regelt das!

                Translated back to English:
                Press, we regulate that!

                Translated to Italian:
                Premi, noi regolano quello!

                Translated back to English:
                Prizes, we regulate that one!

                Translated to Portuguese:
                Prêmios, nós regulamos esse!

                Translated back to English:
                Prizes, us we regulate this!

                Translated to Spanish:
                ¡Los premios, nosotros regulamos esto!

                Translated back to English:
                Won't you fucking idiots fire me already?!

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