Okay, so I'm not losing it. Half the Spanish I remember is the swear words.

Funny story: A friend of mine who used to work out with me, couldn't understand why the Hispanic guys at the local video store acted so strange around her. She said she would give them her pin code they would sort of look at each other and smile. I asked her what her pin was. PUTA.

Me: Why that?
Her: It was the same pin that came with my Mastercard, so I use it for everything. It's easier to remember that way.

Then I told her what it meant. She never went back to that store again.

Adios, Catalina