Not really but if I ever find myself in that uncomfortable situation I can alarm people in 112 languages.
I wonder if I could put that on my resume as a job skill? Hmm…“Works well with others, quick learner, can say ‘Oh my god, there’s an axe in my head’ in 112 LANGUAGES…Hired!”
I like the emoticon.
k:-O
:d
Errrrrm the second one was supposed to be a smile, but it can now be his cap that fell off and 2 head lice.
Good lord you people are strange.
Oh, wait, I am too. That’s why I love it here.
You know, you’d think that’d be a vital phrase to the Norse, and thus quicker to say.
According to a dark comic strip,(Science vs. Norse Mythology) it is pronounced, OoUhhh!, in english.
Warning: very disturbing. To creationist, that is.
Oh, and so I am on topic, Here:
Cockney:
Oh me god, there’s an axe in me 'ead! Oi)
(I thought it would sound more ammusing in real life, but no.
Swedish Chef:
Oh my gud, zeere’s un exe-a in my heed! Bork! Bork! Bork…
LEET, DOOODZ!:
0 mi d0gth3r3’s 4n 4x3 1n my h34d!
When I saw the title to the thred, I thought, “I was wondering where that thing got to…”
We’re all a little mad here… 
In what situation, exactly, melondeca, would you find yourself with an axe in your head?
When I saw the thread title, I fully expected you to be the OP.
No. My thread title would be, “Haha! There’s an axe in your head!”
Well…I could one day be standing in a room full of blind people all of whom are speaking a foreign language while unbeknownst to me, my best friend’s cousin’s grandmother is on her way to this hypothetical room. She is very ticked off because my best friend’s cousin’s other cousin broke her favorite teacup. This teacup survived the boat ride from the motherland and it used to walk 20 miles to school in 13 feet of snow uphill both ways just so it could be a smart teacup worthy of the teacup shelf and the tasty hot green chai made with soy milk. Now this very smart and talented teacup has a crack in it rendering it unworthy. You’ll remember that my best friend’s cousin’s other cousin is the one who is responsible for the crack but because she is a pathological liar who has been babied by her mother all the time and never made to take responsibility for anything including her disgusting halitosis and horrifying body odor, she decides to lie about the teacup and blame it on me, once again shirking her responsibility and further continuing a lifelong pattern. The grandmother, who believes her granddaughter can do no wrong further enabling this pattern of pathalogical lying, automatically believes that I am the guilty party. The grandmother has some mental issues what with thinking that a plain ordinary teacup is capable of holding in all the goodness that is hot green chai made with soy milk. I mean really, what was she thinking. So anyway the grandmother decides that because I put a crack in the teacup she is going to take her trusty axe out of the freezer (don’t ask about the axe in the freezer…it all goes back to the frosted flake killer and that is just confusing) and put a crack in my skull. She finds me in the room of blind people and runs forward to exact her revenge but trips over a white cane and instead of killing me she lodges the axe in a gruesome but non-fatal sort of way. Remember though, all the people in the room are blind and speaking a foreign language so they have no idea of the horrors that have just occurred and can only hear my screams and disjointed mutterings. I am unfamiliar with the language that is being spoken and my braille typewriter was submitted as evidence after my cat wrote the ransom note to the three blind mice so I decide to go through the list of 112 ways to say, “Oh my god, there’s and axe in head”. I start spouting off horribly mispronounced phrases thinking to myself that it is a good thing I memorized the whole list because I knew someday it would come in handy. Unfortunately, the language being spoken is Zulu which is the last on the list and by the time I get to the end of the list, the blind people have all left the room and are standing in the next room gossiping about the idiot who is babbling and apparently speaking in tongues leaving me to whip out the trusty eylash curlers and pry the axe out of my head without any sort of medical assistance. When the grandmother realized that I was not dead and I was standing over her with an axe in one hand and eyelash curlers in the other, she decided to apologize and we chatted over hot green chai made with soy milk and served in a big mug, not one of those pussified teacups. And all was well.
…Good point. nods sagely
Oh, that explains it then. Thank you.
Actually, wouldn’t it be more like “Haha! **I’m ** in your head!”
No, no, this situation is clearly preposterous. Who in world would drink chai green tea with soy milk? Chai must be black tea and made with cow-juice. Chai green tea and soy milk are icky. 
Watch it weirdo…Grandma liked the green chai made with soy milk and if you aren’t careful you might get to practice saying “Oh my god, there’s an axe in my head”.
Could be useful, about the only thing I can ay in russian is ‘Help, there is a ravenous lion eating my brother’
Since Danny and I rarely travel anywhere together, it is pretty useless…but I can see getting hit by an axe while traveliing in Russia…
That might be a good website. There is a serious lack of sites that tell you how to say, “Help, there is a ravenous lion eating my brother”.
I have no clue if it was mangled, butgoogle translator
say that “Help, there is a ravenous lion eating my brother”
in German is:
Helfen Sie, es gibt einen ravenous Löwe, der meinen Bruder ißt
in french is:
Aidez, il y avez un lion ravenous mangeant mon frère
and in spanish is:
Ayude, hay un león ravenous que come a mi hermano
Haha, that’s funny stuff.