Genius.
I saw some Engrish in action today, but instead of the mistranslation making a poor Asian person look like a fool to an English speaker, this time it was an American college student looking like a fool to a French speaker.
In the nasty Blanton Hall dining room, I was sitting down, chewing on some garlic bread. A jock kid with greased and short spiked hair, and his girlfriend, came walking up to the table in front of mine. His shirt read "Professional Masseuse." Bet he thinks he's slick, right? Chicks fall for guys who can give massages, right?
Hate to tell you, buddy, but a "masseuse" is a woman. The male massager is a "masseur." Take that, professional massage woman man!
This Liz Carroll and John Doyle CD totally rocks. "Ralph's 2-3-5" is unbelieveable... been listening to it all day. Wish I coudl play it!
In the nasty Blanton Hall dining room, I was sitting down, chewing on some garlic bread. A jock kid with greased and short spiked hair, and his girlfriend, came walking up to the table in front of mine. His shirt read "Professional Masseuse." Bet he thinks he's slick, right? Chicks fall for guys who can give massages, right?
Hate to tell you, buddy, but a "masseuse" is a woman. The male massager is a "masseur." Take that, professional massage woman man!
This Liz Carroll and John Doyle CD totally rocks. "Ralph's 2-3-5" is unbelieveable... been listening to it all day. Wish I coudl play it!