Garrrborr

Last night I had dinner with a few other Americans in town, a Canadian, a Brit, and three Spaniards. One of the Spaniards, a gym teacher at my school, wanted to tell me the activity he was planning for this morning.

“We use garrrborr,” he said to me.
“Kickball?” I guessed.
“No,” he said, “garrrrrrrborrrr.”
“Garrrborrr?” I said, “You mean…cardboard?”
“Yes! Carrd-borrd!”
“Why did you say it so strangely at first?” I asked.
“When I want to be understood by Americans,” he explained, “I don’t open my mouth as much. I just speak lazy.”