Strega, commenting on an English-only sign in a restaurant:
This is America: WHEN ORDERING 'PLEASE SPEAK ENGLISH'
This is English: When writing instructions, please don't use inverted commas for emphasis.
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Strega, commenting on an English-only sign in a restaurant:
This is America: WHEN ORDERING 'PLEASE SPEAK ENGLISH'
This is English: When writing instructions, please don't use inverted commas for emphasis.
Betcha Jon B could.
Oh, SNAP!
Good times, good times.
The postmodern, it kills me (in Premium):
P-C: DAMN YOU, WIKIPEDIA.
Frank: Welcome to Deadwood, cocksucker.
Erin: I do not want a lawnmower. I want to paint my wall turquoise and buy more bookshelves. That's it.
Enough funny to bring rupture blood vessels in my brain - in Bitches, on Mike Rowe's career before hosting "Dirty Jobs":
erikaj:
Foamy dude, Mr. Rowe. Funny. Nice teeth.(I have a thing about that.) Manly, in a good way. The opera singer thing is a nice bonus, though. As are things like "daggone it," and being willing to look dumb on TV....Laga:
wait, Mike Rowe is an opera singer?
SuziQ:
Yep. He also used to sell stuff on QVC. He got in trouble for having a nun doll upside down in his lap.
Laga:
wow. My eh for Mike Rowe just turned into a hmm.
Nora Deirdre: Three is totally the fit throwing age. Do your friends have kids or know many people with kids?
Miracleman: Actually, they have a child, but that's a whole 'nother Oprah.
Aimée: 3 year olds are raw manic depression. I'm convinced.
beth b: I think that might be truer than I want it to be
Aimée: It's definitely truer than that I want it to be.
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Aimée: As a parent, I was totally torturing Em yesterday. She was pretending that Joe and I were sick and was bringing us stuff.
Em: "Here's your juice, baby."
Me: "I DON'T LIKE THAT JUICE! I WANT WATER!"
Em: Ok - here's your water.
Me: "I DON'T LIKE WATER I SAID I PROMISE!"
She just looked at me askance and kissed me on my forehead and said, "You need your nap, baby."
Joe fell out of his chair laughing.
Early morning stealth posting attempt yields:
Aimee in Bitches:
my bobbes were uncle discussing my gauchos. I'm not kidding. It's tripoli crazy because I haven't work any in YONKS.
B & S, bringing the funny.
sarameg - Oh & I should add, I also woke up to 1.5 L of juice all across my kitchen floor. And a cat with sticky patches of fur.
brenda m - Wow, it's like one of those locked room mysteries. Let us know if you find any clues, sara.
In Natter:
megan walker: In France, you are only taught cursive. And it is fairly common practice to handwrite job application letters (in fact, it is sometimes required and companies do handwriting analysis on it).
Miracleman: Man, that would suck. My handwriting (both print and cursive) is so atrocious that I would never ever get a job.
The analysis would come back "Severly impaired or possibly an unfrozen caveman. Do not hire."
Bitches on bad debt --
Aimee: I don't know where to put Bad Debt.
Miracleman: In the corner. Bad Debt gets a Time Out.
megan walker: It's not bad. It's just drawn that way.
Polter-Cow: I think you mean overdrawn.