I was out for a run this morning and passed a group of guys building a fence. One of them obviously wanted to practice his English and called out to me, “Hey, man.”
I responded with, “Good morning.”
Then, in a really strange cadence, he offered:
“You… are. Making exercise.”
“Well, yes, I suppose I am making exercise,” I mumbled, probably already out of earshot.
Although, if you ask me, making exercise sounds like a really poor colloquialism for the marital act. Of course, it’s not any worse than that one.