Slovenians don’t get a hangover… They “have a cat” (Imam mačka).
And when it’s a particularly bad hangover they… “Have a tiger” (Imam tigra).
A Slovenian does not express good fortune… They say “my axe fell into the honey” (Sekira mi je padla v med).
Slovenians don’t give up… They “throw a rifle into the corn” (Vržemo puško v koruzo).
A Slovenian won’t take the long way home… They’ll “go into the pocket around the ass” (Je šel okrog riti v žep).
A Slovenia won’t tell you to ¨Go to hell!¨… Rather they’ll say ¨Let the mother hen kick you¨ (Naj te koklja brcne).
Slovenians aren’t under pressure… They “have a bitch jumping into their ass” (Kuzla mu v rit skače).
A Slovenian is not guilty… They “have a lot of butter on their head” (Ima veliko masla na glavi).
Slovenians don’t throw up… They “call the reindeers” (Kličemo jelene).
They also don’t move away or die… They go to “whistle to the crabs” (Šel je rakom žvižgat).
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