okay this is a longish story but it's 100% true.
back in high school, when i was studying french, our tutor was this seasoned ol' vineyard owner who used to live in bordeaux. he had this deep, raspy voice and absolutely insisted that we learn core french phrases for all sorts of stuff, such as leaving the room to use the toilet. anyway, this one time i was late for a mock exam, and i had to explain my absence right? so i'm thinking of everything that was drummed into my craw by this guy, and i came up with:
"je regret d'etre en retard, mais je suis un hamburger"
which in my stoned teenage head was supposed to be
sorry i'm late, but i was getting a burger
but actually meant
sorry i'm late, but i am a burger
i became "monsieur hamburger" in french class for almost a whole year 