Yes, it’s that time of year again. My more sophisticated readers may find this post improper and immature, but then, so am I. As we meander around our globe, I’m always on the lookout for some innovative use of the English language, misconstrued innocent mistakes, and the just plain weird. At the end of this post should be a link to last year’s vibrant collection.
Another unbelievable year abroad! Thanks for reading, folks, and Happy New Year!
Conversse. My sspelling
Yeah, ladies, stop flushing down your stockings
That moment of panic when you realize your taxi driver’s name is Yoyo
What’s a little retching in cooking school?
Looks like the Colonel couldn’t give a rat’s ass if you went to his website
I don’t even know what to say here
We wisht you verry, too, Mr. Beng
Number 7 should be a universal rule
Clearly they have no marketing team
I believe this motto is also used at another less family-oriented venue
NRA baby decor
Naughty bike path
Ah, America. The lethal risks of pick-your-own berries
You can keep it, Your Majesty
The juxtaposition that is Bangkok
My last visit to Bangkok was in 1997. I was backpacking my way home east after a two-year stint in Malawi and meandering south through Thailand, heading down into Malaysia to then drop off the edge of the peninsula into Indonesia. My fellow wayfaring friends and I were staying in the Bangkok backpacker haven Khaosan Road. I was immersed in my 20’s and lacked anything remotely resembling responsibilities. My arrival into Bangkok this time was not quite the same. 1997- hoisted up my backpack, bring it on! 2015- limped a cart overflowing with luggage and a ripped bag of snacks, leaving a Hansel and Gretal trail through international arrivals with two peanut butter-faced kids being corralled by two disheveled parents. Continue reading