Entries Tagged 'just wrong' ↓

Galen found all three of these at the same place, just north of Ellsworth, ME.  She even provided the commentary.

Live onions?  Or will there be something else alive on my plate?  I didn’t order it. Also a missing apostrophe where there should be one!

When in doubt, use a comma.

I think this belongs in a new category. Maybe “Not quite the lyrics” would be a good title?  Anyway, I have no idea why there were lyrics on the menu, but I’m pretty sure they left out some words.

…Y’all don’t really need me at all, do you?

I mean, this was totally going up on RPB just because of the sheer absurdity of insisting that a bench is not a seat (rather than insisting that it is a decorative, delicate, fragile, or forbidden seat).  The typo is just gravy.

Yes, I’ve been shopping again. And I knew I was going to have to buy one of these two things, just because they both required trying.

First, we have this delightful promotional assessment:

I mean, it’s direct, it’s to the point, and it’s intriguing.  Powerful how?

And then we have this… whatever this is:

I know it’s hard to see, but it says this:

The mind of that we always consider the smaller is the more precious.

That’s Hanul-food co. promise with our customer.

I went back and forth, trying to decide whether my lunchbox required more Oh! Powerful! or zen-esque smaller-mind preciousness.  I finally went with the latter, and they’re actually quite tasty.   Which I’m sure is what you were wondering.

She says, “Guaranteed call to mall security.”

Ayup.

Podcast celeb Sage forwarded this beauty:

(Click image for DetroitFunk, the original source.)

I’m not even entirely sure what category to put this one into… Thanks, Sage!

And a cheerful Friday send-off.  These have been making me giggle for a while.

Firstly, we have “Prime Rose Oil,” which I just love.  But even better is this:

Why do we need? OMEGA!

I mean, it’s so cheerful you almost can’t fault it for being wrong.

Happy Friday!

Susan’s back again with this.  Susan’s headline kind of says it all.  (For those of you tiny-text-challenged, I’ve got the transcription below.)

Text says:

A southwest Atlanta woman who went missing early Saturday afternoon has been found, safe and sounds.

Willie Mae Tiggs went missing sometime around 1:30p.m. Saturday after leaving her southwest Atlanta.

Sometime after 8 p.m. Tiggs was found.  It is unclear where she was found or where she had gone.

Um… yes.

Reporter #1 Sarah has sent in a WEEK’S worth of posts for your viewing pleasure!

Firstly, she is upset about this:

She says, “I will not send my child to a school that does not know how to spell its own name.”

To some extent I think we have to let businesses name themselves stupid stuff, even if it drives us nuts.  Don’t get me started on Toys “[backwards R]” Us!  That said, you definitely don’t have to send your kid there, though.

I do completely agree with you on this one, Sarah:

Sarah says “I have no words.”  Which… yep.

The perfect send-off into the weekend.  I’m not sure what this means, but it sure is fabulous.

In the third (and, as far as I’m yet aware, final) installment of my father’s “Errors Through Israel” photography series, we have this rumination.

What, exactly, is a non-open pit?  Lao Tse says that the most important thing about a bowl is what isn’t there… a bowl without an empty space wouldn’t be a bowl.  Is a pit that isn’t open a pit?

Ah, grammar and Lao Tse.  That’s how to start a weekend.