Ha. That reminds me of a story about “loss in translation.” To cut a long story short, I studied my junior year of college in Exeter, England. My girlfriend of the time had a flat mate who was a lesbian. One morning I woke up and went to the kitchen where Amy the flatmate was dancing around, bouncing up and down and generally exuding energy.
“Boy Amy” I said, “You are full of spunk this morning!”
She dropped her dish and looked at me piercingly. A moment passed between us. Suddenly she started laughing hysterically, practically falling to the floor.
“Solai!” she gasped between peals of laughter, “do you know what spunk means on this side of the pond?”
“No, I…” it didn’t take more than a second for my mind to figure it out. The lesbian full of spunk rolled around the floor laughing her arse off.