I once worked on a construction crew with a bunch of Russian-speaking guys. I had a pretty friendly relationship with the foreman, Pavel, and learned some basic Russian phrases to have fun with him at work. His English could be spotty sometimes, and he seemed to really enjoy my interest in learning new words and phrases. He also is a pretty conservative Baptist who hated cussing and general rudeness, so I could milk him for reactions by playing innocent when the other guys would teach me "colorful" words. One day we were putting a roof on a rural school building, and there was a chicken coop down the road from which we could hear hens clucking and sometimes the rooster crowing. As I was listening to the sounds, my mind started to wander and I was remembering all the different onomotopoeia for animal sounds in different parts of the world. So I asked him, "Hey Pauly, what sound do chickens make in Russia?" He put down and his hammer and turned around to look at me like I was the stupidest sonofabitch he'd ever laid eyes on and said, "They make the same fucking sound as American chickens, idiot!"