For the annals of humorous translation mistakes, this package from a digital antenna we bought last fall promises to . . . do something. I'm not sure what.
For John O, who enjoys terrible advertising.
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For the annals of humorous translation mistakes, this package from a digital antenna we bought last fall promises to . . . do something. I'm not sure what.
For John O, who enjoys terrible advertising.
"Rave launder" is possibly "have launched." (That's what the otter told me.)
Good call, Emory! The otter makes a lot of sense.
When you hook it up and turn it on, your TV displays the following message: "All your bases are belong to us."
I reckon an otter rave would be more awesome than a lemur one. All that happy squirminess.
I'm picturing a bunch of hipsters on ecstacy in a laundromat. More importantly, which one of the bloggers in that comic strip are you? Are you the one in the striped shirt getting a fucking noogie from Sharon Astyk?
I think so, although A) I would not be caught dead in a horizontally striped leotard (they're *so* not flattering!) B) my hair is almost black and C) I have never had a hostile exchange with Sharon Astyk, but if I did, I think my industrial, BGH meat-fed self would win. But the bangs look like my old bangs did (I now have punk-Amelie bangs), so I'm guessing yes. It's not like I've met Joseph Hewitt, so I don't expect a close likeness. :)
I otter you the most, regardless of convenience.