I once tried to say “I don’t fuck about” in Italian to my Italian friend. I ran it through DDG and replied to him with something along the lines of “Non cazzetto”.
He was a little surprised that I’d admitted to him that I don’t fuck, but treated me with sympathy all the same.
Not a single Jonathan who has been through the UK school system in the past forty years has gotten away with being asked “Have you got a rubber, Johnny?”
Not one.