Strange-Taste Horsebeans
I know this is a little infantile but really, I laughed and laughed. So much for sophistication.
This is a collection of some choice Engrish-isms – where people in the Far East butcher the English language even more so than our American cousins. Actually, I better watch what I say about Americans as our dear friend Campfires & Battlefields is getting a little punchy these days, and the last thing Scotland needs is to be reclassified as part of the Axis of Evil. Mind you, anyone crazy enough to invade the Gorbals deserves all they get.
Anyway, fun with Engrish and, surprisingly, I found a couple of songs that seemed rather appropriate.
Robert Wyatt – Foreign Accents
Lloyd Cole – Music in a Foreign Language
Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to braise the dork.
Engrish.com is, frankly, awfully weak, patronisingly base humour at best — but, nonetheless, fucking hilarious when captured just right/wrong. I’ve tried my hardest (even that might get me in trouble) to fit (& that) finding happiness in a “baby’s fanny” into some crass gigglesome sign off, but I know bedlam will ensue from some corner — so I’ll remain tight lipped.
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DC
I really prefer more sophisticated humor:
At least someone around here is a grown up.
“Here, crippie, take my seat”
Oh my.
Speaking of Engrish, not sure if you’ve got an equivalent on the other side of the Atlantic, but over here we’ve got these great stores like Tuesday Morning and Morning Glory, which sell cheap stationary and Sanrio-type school supplies marked with great Engrish. I went to Hawaii once and found stationary with a picture of a cat on each page, with the caption: “My name is Sleepyhead. My friends call me Coma.” I sent a letter to the editor of The Big Takeover on that stationary but he never responded.
Mr. T,
Stalking around your personal website I immediately discovered one of those spelling tics you so dislike.
On your front page, where you run your mouse arow over the family link, the useful text info pops up thus:
photos from out wedding
DC
Ack! Must change immediately. What a cock ring.
As above, cheap laughs but oh so funny. I must add my own photos from Hong Kong to one of these sites. I particularly like my one of a grocery store called Fuck Lee and there’s a HK-wide clothes chain for middle-aged women called Wanko. Such fun.
O for fuck sake. As Vampire Weekend would say, “Don’t give a fuck about your Oxford Comma.” Now see what you’ve gone and made me do? That’s two fucks in one comment (no! three now!). You’re a bad influence and an instigator of transatlantic tension, and I frankly think regime change might be order at Toad Hall. I intend to speak to my Congressman first thing on Monday.
Gotta love Robert Wyatt by the way.