YSaC, Vol. 909: Takin’ care of business …
2011 January 24
profashoneal cleanars
i have a bisnease licince. also bring my own cleaning saplys with me. but if u profure me or my one inploye to use your cleaning saplys we can do t5hat as weal. ower prises very depaning on what you want use to clean. we eam to please as weal.
we also have bisnease cards as weall if you need onebinease number is xxx-xxx-xxxx
bisnease owers are <------[note from drmk: this was blank -- I did not redact this!] 8am- 5pm. weekinds are opstioneal
Word count: 72
Words spelled correctly: 48 (ten of which are duplicates)
Grade: 66%
Faith in humanity: dwindling
Thanks, Kyle!
Yep, definitely has a bisnease – in fact, I suspect it may be contagious.
Bisnease!
g’bless you!
I’m guessing that the poor “imploye” was not bothered with a great deal of tedious government-required forms to fill out on hiring, either.
(feeling the irritations of having gone through the process to be qualified as an employer by the State watching the erzatz tinkers not even bother <grrrrr>)
I’m guessing the “bisnease licince” is a napkin with the words “bisnease licince” written on it. In crayon.
And by crayon, you mean ketchup.
Hey,I’m sure Sparky is a classy guy and would never use ketchup. He probably used Grey Poupon.
“This is a dog license with the word ‘dog’ scratched out and ‘cat’ written in!”
(Dang it. Kicked off 1312 CST 24Jan11 by 503 Bad Gateway)
The man didn’t have the right form.
That’s ok, the Lord Mayor will come in for Oranges and leave Basil gobsmacked.
I’ve used those profashoneal cleanars once. The only thing clean is my pockets.
I know what this is! It’s what happens when you try to type with mittens on. Either that, or they let their cat help them type.
Cats type way better than that.
People pretending to be cats type worse.
These Sparkys are from Abydos, and they do all of SG1’s uniforms.
My favourite part of the ad is the randomly placed ‘5.’ I don’t think these are the sort of people who should be attempting math AND English at the same time. They’ve clearly failed the latter.
And the former, if you profure.
The cows, so successful at the “Eat mor chikin” campaign for Chick-Fil-A have been hired by Dave and Dave’s Cleaners to design ads for them on Craigslist.
Never ones to let the lack of fingers, and opposable thumbs, to stop them, the cows have produced an ad to garner mass media attention.
Dave and Dave, meanwhile, are busily stocking up on supplies for the expected glut of traffic to their establishment.
And the name of their bisnease is:
Click, Clack, Moo – Cows That Type
Or would that be Klyk, Clec, Mu – Kous That Tiep
Now I’m depressed. Going back to bed.
Hope you had a nice nap, penguin, and in your absence…
…yeah, nothing changed…
I am, however, having a great time imagining phone calls to Dave and Dave’s Cleaners…especially when one of them is out.
In my best Cheech & Chong
“Hello?”
“Dave?”
“Dave’s not here, maaaan.”
What is a weal? How does one eam? I need to know this before deciding if it pleases me or not.
A weal is like a hive (dermal) or other skin evidence of allergy or injury.
I suspect they are not pleasant …
I’d explain, but there are probably children lurking. Let’s just say it involves a plunger and leath- oh wait, that something else. Never mind.
“Weal” is also an old term for collective good, conjoined welfare, thus the construction “commonweal” to mean a polity.
Since Sparky seems to be Pro Fash O’Neal (why they have an onus against Richard Dean Anderson’s character on StarGate is beyond me; unless they are down on either Ryan or Tatum) one senses that they’d be as confused by a dermal inclusion as by the concept of commonwealth.
Hukt on foniks wurkt 4 mi!
nUt sew mch!
If this can be laid at phonetic teaching, just what sort of speach defect does Spark’ have?
Sparky suffers from a deficiency in that part of the brain known as the cerebrum.
To me, that looks like how throwing up sounds.
I think “hork! hork!” is how cats throwing up sounds.
Clearly, the bisnease owers are invisible! That’s what that blank means!
Happy birthday, Lola!! *huge hugs*
Happy birthday Lola, SJ and (belatedly) CJ!!!
Hugh (your choice) hugs!!!
Lola’s birthday! Yay! Happy birthday, Lola, and may your flask be perpetually full!
Lola, have some (blank) cake.
Happy Birthday, Lola!♥!
Happy Birthday sarajean!
8)
Happy Birthdays to two of the smartest people I know, Lola and Sarajean!
Happy birthday, Sarajean! And many more (flasks).
Happy Birthday sj!
Happy birthday Lola and SaraJean! May you have a snarking good day.
Party’s in the Snark Lounge at lunch time.
I thought party was in the Snark Lounge at ANY time. Either that, or Lola’s flask is lying to me.
Many Happies, Lola and SJ!
Why are you wishing the birthday gals many hippies?
Oh, that was an a?
Carry on…
Ooh…love the makeover EB!
🙂
Thanks! I even have proof that my real hair looks like this :-p
(Psst… just ignore the bags under my eyes… :-p)
I applaud your dedication to detail. As you can see, I’m too lazy to even visit gravatar to change my avvie from the one I used during cat week.
But the bow’s on the wrong side! Very cute, though.
I’ll take the hippies, as long as they bring special brownies and stand downwind.
I know the bow looooks like it’s on the wrong side, but that’s because I took the picture with Photo Booth on my work Mac and didn’t bother the reverse the image :-p
A fun note about hippies… When my cousin was preschool-age, she got it into her head (I don’t know if she came up with it or if her dad “encouraged” the thought) that hippies are people that sit around all day, smelling their feet and saying “duuuuuuude” because their feet are stinky. Oh, and they don’t comb their hair :-p
Edit: Apparently the bow IS on the right side in the real picture… I made the cartoon one by remembering what I look like in the mirror. So… Eh. :-p
Happy Birthday Lola and sarajean. I ate some cake for you.
Happy Birthday, SJ. May a troupe of hummingbirds fly up your nose!
I heard this was a blessing from…well, I don’t remember where from. Maybe Sparkyville.
Happy Birthday Lola and SJ!!
SJ has a birthday today too? I knew I should have brought cake. Well then Hammy Birdday to you too!
Happy birthday to both you crazy cats and remember, please don’t drink Bacontini.
….that’s not what he said….
But he looks so festive and meat-infused!
Bless his greasy gob-soaked little heart….
You mean that’s not what they call it when you have him in your mouth?
… Er, I’ll get me coat.
Happy birthday sarajean!
Sure is a neat effect, all these birthday candles lit . . .
Might as well put them to good use.
:gets out bag of marshmallows and straightened-out coat hanger:
Happy Birthday, Ms. Lola, hope you have a very special day!
Heapy beerthdae, Lolla!
Hippy [blank but not redacted age] spazghetto, Lola!
bookinds are opstioneal.
Happy birthday Lola and sarajean
I’m wishing you another year
Of laughter, joy and fun,
Surprises, love and happiness,
And when your birthday’s done,
I hope you feel deep in your heart,
As your birthdays come and go,
How very much you mean to us,
More than you can know.
You forgot to mention mama, and trains and getting drunk and ….
😉
Mudsy — CoffDrop wasn’t writing a county song.
I thought country songs & Hallmark cards were interchangeable. Have I been mistaken these many years?
Mudsy – Would it help if I said that right this minute I’m on a train, with a sweet mama getting drunk on José Cuervo? I’ll send you a postcard when we get to Abilene……..
Well, provided you’ve got your blue tick hound and some sort of rifle and maybe a horse who likes listening to a jukebox of Marty Robbins’ songs because he just got out of prison and it makes him feel like crying in the rain.
Now, I’m having a craving for a Tombstone pizza. In the meantime I’ll wait for that postcard.
Ok, that will be some horse to see if it can carry both a cowboy and a Wurlitzer jukebox, too . . .
(+elebenty for Marty Robbins)
These days, there’s an app for that, too.
(I haven’t actually looked, but there MUST be, right? I’m going to go look after I finish reading the comments.)
Jukebox app.
Not sure I’d pay $3 for that but it WILL allow your horse to carry a Wurlitzer, albeit in spirit only.
BONGA BONGA BONGA, DO THE BIRTHDAY CONGA!!!!
What?
I love how you think, Meredith. I can tell you have multiple birthdays.
What?
Happy
GilmoreBirthday to Lola and Sarajean!happy b-day SJ and Lola
Shades of the 20s! They are the bisnease! Also the katzmiaou!
It’s possible that Sparky’s problem lies not only in spelling, but spacing as well.
“profashoneal cleanars”
If we split this up at appropriate morphemes and adjust for spelling, we can come up with “pro fashion eel cleaners” or perhaps “pro fashion eel clean arse.” The main difference I suppose being whether they thoroughly clean the fashionable eel, clean the whole eel fashionably, or just (fashionably) clean one particular (fashionable) part of the (fashionable) eel.
“Eel” may also be corrected as “ear” or possibly “ale” or “moose.”
i have a bisnease licince
Sparky has an easy bison with inch-long lice.
my own cleaning saplys
This is either “cleaning saplings” or, if we assume Sparky has watched UHF one too many times, “cleaning surprise.”
if u profure me or my one inploye to use your cleaning saplys we can do t5hat as weal
If you are not a PETA member and have no problem with fur, Sparky or his inside job planner can use your cleaning saplings/surprise while beating each other with T5 hats until welts appear.
ower prises very depaning
Interest rates Sparky’s debtors levy make him want to throw things through windows.
we eam to please as weal
Sparky engages in enterprise application management for your pleasure … until it raises welts.
binease number is xxx-xxx-xxxx
The number for the company that supplies our dumpsters is…
bisnease owers are
Sparky was going to say something about those who still owe money on their easy bisons, but seems to have reconsidered.
weekinds are opstioneal
Sparky is opposed to very small breeds of eel. They’re probably hard to clean in their entirety, much less specific parts.
In summary: Derp.
With that many welts it sounds like Sparky is in a different sort of “business” than cleaning eels. Unless “cleaning eels” is a euphemism for something else, which it kinda sounds like it is.
I really didn’t want to go pack and try to make complete sense out of it for exactly that reason. Especially after you factor in the bison and the surprise. I mean, if bison are involved, I really don’t want to think about what’s kept in reserve for the encore.
Please don’t go pack. Leave your toys out so everyone may enjoy them.
Kelli – I completely agree. It’s much more fun to blow up others toys.
I’m so not touching that one. It just wouldn’t be fair in Taco’s absence.
Since my hovercraft is full of eels, I should call.
I’d just be afraid of getting their bidnease all up in your business …
No. No it may not be corrected as moose. Mooses and eelses are very different things. With different double vowels.
Oh, that’s my long-lost cousin Yolanda. *whispers* Her lice aren’t really an inch long, but we humor her.
But both mooses and eelses are hard to hang on to when they’re all soaped up. I’m told.
That’s what the lousy poncho is for.
It even has a tail on the front for ease of grabbing.
How dirty is that hovercraft?
I would imagine fashionably
P. S. Woot! Evil name + Pink rug gravatar = NEFARIOUS…
Yes, I used my own version of cat math for that
New Cat Math?
Welcome, Sinvius the Pink! Pull up a snark chair and tell us all about your self.
Well, it all started out in the early 1970’s… wait.. too much
Honestly, I can’t really describe myself. Im kind of a 30* year old with the mind of a mature 14 year old (Which is wierd, because I have multiple conversations with alot of these.) By night, im usualy calm and serious**, and by day I am hyper and silly and gramatically incorrect.
* LIES!
** I also patrol the streets of Gotham City in my Snark-mobile (I hang around YSaC alot, I just never comment)
I was going to try to anagram some of these words, until I discovered (and subsequently confirmed using Scrabble tools) that it is completely impossible to make complete English words out of bisneas, opstioneal, weall, and depaning.
Pass the coffee slices.
I totally did that a few minutes ago. The only thing I got was Arch-foe, personal nasal. No fun at all.
I guess it’s better to have a personal nasal than a community nasal. Just think of everyone in town trying to breath through the same nostrils.
Nobody ever asks, “Does this smell dirty to you?” in that community.
I’d hate to see what that community looks like during cold and flu season.
Disturbing rememories of riding on subways . . .
We don’t breathe at all on the subway. It’s a special skill. 8)
…aaah….that’s only true if you are striving to spell them correctly.
Oh, what lemon-fresh hell is this?
I’m totally working “lemon-fresh hell” into my discourse today. Thanks, sj!
Seconded. I frequently want to curse at work these days and “lemon-fresh hell” is just so… evocative.
Love it, Dorothy Parker twice in a few days. YSaC rocks. 8)
Extra doors for SJ for quoting one of my favorite people, and one of her quotes that is my favorite.
Allegedly she said it in response to the doorbell ringing, but I think it is wonderfully appropriate to many situations.
I love Dorthy Parker books! I think I read them all when I was in high school. Maybe time to revisit.
Holycrapnewfavoritephrase!
I don’t like the idea of weekinds being opstioneal. I think weekinds should be mandatory. Though I suppose it depends on the answer to the question, “Wee kinds of what?”
Weekinds sounds like a trendy new toy to me.
“Hey kids, buy a WeeKindz! They’re like regular stuffed animals, but much more expensive!”
This is what happens when LOLCats are forced to seek work.
Owers = hours (8-5)
Wow. Just wow.
Also, just ow.
Good catch, Katy.
And OW.
Kids, this is why spelling is at least moderately important. When you’ve screwed it up THIS badly, a certain number of your potential clients can’t figure out WTF you are selling and when. They then throw their hands up in disgust and wander off without giving you any money.
Moira — don’t forget the part about ending up living in a box under a bridge.
Thatz rite kidz, lurn too spel gud or yool en dup in a bokz.
Y yes I hav bin snifing the vintij krisko, y do yoo ask?
And by “vintij krisko” you mean “paint thinner”, right?
Huny, I wish I did.
You know, I don’t think I’d even get as far as trying to figure out what they’re trying to peddle. To my mind, if your mentality is such that this is what you think of as “good enough” to advertise your services, my first thought is that this is the sort of attention to detail you’re going to put into those services, whatever they may be. So if you’re a plumber and this is what you use to advertise your service, I’d expect to see the job completed 3 months past your estimate, six grand over budget, and with my bathtub’s drain connected to my kitchen sink’s faucet with nothing but chewing gum and duct tape, even though I just asked hired you to snake my toilet.
Either that, or their target market is the people who comment in LOLspeak at the various Cheezburger sites.
Except even lolspeak is still more intelligible. I think this one is aimed at Teabaggers.
And surely everyone knows someone whose written English is good enough to proof-read for them.
In my office, it’s me. I’m still not sure whether this is a good thing, but on the plus side, at least someone’s doing it.
Ratwoman – In my office, it’s me. I suspect other YSaC-ers could say the same.
I used to be, but now I work in the Curriculum Development department, and over half of my coworkers are writers/former English majors/etc. I am the go-to for HTML and anatomy/medical related questions, though!
Yep, I am the office dictionary. I’m also the office phone repairman, copier expert, and graphic designer. Pretty much anything no one else wants to do (or can’t do), I get stuck doing.
My place is pretty literate, but I am the one with the English degrees. I’m the default go-to person, but it’s more for proofreading with grammar and punctuation, rather than the “wut phrech haill iss diz” variety of writing in need of correction.
Oh, bless the Llamanun (BBUH) that I’m not the only one who could translate that. I was afraid I’d spent too much time reading the ads here, and not enough time reading the comments.
Hey, that actually makes sense! Well done. I thought it was trying to say “Business OWNERS are …”.
My Sparkese-to-English dictionary must have needed more kibble.
Birthday wishes to sarajean80 as well! Happy Happy Happy!
Also, it seems we missed CJ’s birthday on the 13th. Belated Happy Happy Happy, CJ, and dang, I hope to do better next year!
Awww…mini-tanks, Windy!
Well, the flask never gets empty, the coffee slices never run out and the cake never gets stale so….
Happies, CJ!
Have some cake!
I think Andie might have a problem with you giving away her mini-tank, CJ!
Happy happy, CJ! I know you’re not a flask-favoring person, so here’s a nice big slice of coffee. : )
Happy late happy b-day!
If you do not wish to partake of the flask or coffee slices, you can roast marshmallows with me over the candles.
Oooh…SJ!! Can we make some schmoes??
Why yes I did watch “Toy Story:2” repeatedly last weekend, why do you ask?
Happy Birthdays, Lola, SJ and CJ! May the snark long be with you.
Thank you, everyone!
Ditto.
Anyone remember “Team America: World Police”? Yeah, the puppet movie. It was in terrible taste, but some of it was rather funny (“MATT DAMON!”)
Anyway, this MUST have been written by the puppet version of Kim Jong Il. Or as he kept saying, “Keem Yong Eeeeeeel”.
Either that or Ken Jeong (Dr. Ken), the actor from the Hangover.
So you’re saying that maybe Sparky here is so ronery?
Sorry I’m so late this morning. My weekind was opstioneal, if you know what I mean.
I wish my Moondeh was opstioneal. Ugh.
🙁
[Tattoo] De planing! De planing! [/Tattoo]
I used to love watching Feanticy Ayland.
“de-planing” takes my mond to several places one ought probably not go visit (but, given that my head is filled with dark alleys in neighborhoods od questionable personal security, not a huge surprise).
I have operated watercraft that planed; dece;erating them caused deplaning.
I have exited aircraft beyond enumeration in several ways–if we can tolerate that usage of “de-plane.”
However, the most boggling use has to be woodwork-related. I’ve hours’ and hours’experience with planes, both powered and manual (also spokeshaves, routers, plows, rabbets and moulders, come to cases).
The action of using a plane on wood is definitively and destructively subtractive. The only “undo” would be finding some way to glue the shavings back to the wood. (While we could suppose that using tools to alter that planarity of milled wood, that is called “distrressing” and is 25% extra, usually.)
Hmm, if we are dealing in Euclidian geometry, deplaning is a troubling concept. This as it implies an ability to render two alinear axes in an orientation that does not describe a surface of exactly two dimensions.
Perhaps Sparky has inhaled too many claeng saplys. And for recreational effect instead.
Question: When tallying the words spelled correctly, did you include “very”? Just curious. Technically it is spelled correctly. However, it is the wrong word.
Just wondering how lenient llamanun is feeling towards Sparky these days.
No, I didn’t count it as spelled correctly.
What the heck?!
That pretty much sums up this ad.
Birthday salutations to Lola and Sarajean…two wonderful ladies who brighten our Snark Lounge every.single.day. May your flasks never be empty and your cupcakes always have sprinkles!
And bacon!!! Bacon cupcakes are better than they sound, remember?!
*hangs head*
Of course. How could I have forgotten bacon? I place the blame on it being opstioneal Moondeh. Thanks, Meredith!
That would make the sprinkles bacon bits, right?
I hope so. Not Bacontini sprinkles.
I heard he does follow the sprinkle rather than dunking method. We are talking baptism here, right?
Blessed cuppycakes*!
*somehow my computer knows this is a real word in my own little world. Oh no, it’s LEARNING!!!!
Happy birthday Lola, Sarajean, CJ, and any other January babies I might have missed!
Completely OT: Has anyone here ever taken triazolam for conscious sedation? I’ve got some crazy oral surgery stuff on Friday, and I just went in to pick up the pill this morning… But they barely told me anything about it… No screening to see if I’m taking any other prescriptions (which I am) and they didn’t even tell me what the pill was until I asked specifically. From what I’ve read on the internet, it’s pretty heavy stuff, but you can’t always believe everything the drug inserts say. It kinda makes me nervous that they would give me pretty heavy stuff without any kind of conversation about it… but… Anyways, just hoping for some anecdotal tales.
Also, this might not be completely OT. I was told not to make any decisions for 12 hours after taking the triazolam, and it looks like this guy thought up a business and advertised it in that time!
Heh… I can get the same side effects with 3 hours of sleep in a 48 hour period. But nobody ever tells me I shouldn’t make decisions.. 🙁
I would hope that even after a tiny amount of sleep, your writing doesn’t look like that!
Poll! Who thinks I should attempt to show up here right after being told to not make decisions/don’t even pay bills because you won’t remember and you’ll probably screw it up? 😀 Dependent upon the strength of my pain meds, of course…
Yes, please.
*raises hand*
I’m pretty sure that will be hilarious.
About what time will that be? I certainly don’t want to miss it!
I second that. Nothing’s better than drug-fueled incoherent ramblings.
Oh, and you simply must come here and regale us with your stories whilst under the influence.
If you can.
Me? I slept when I wasn’t asking random questions of family members – like “Where’s the kobiyashi? I know there’s some in the freezer.”
I went on and on. Everyone, but me, finding it very funny that I was trying to locate something from a Star Trek movie in my freezer.
Me too. Your posts should be chock-full of colorful little tidbits about yourself…….
I thought Kobiyashi was the name of Kaiser Soze’s lawyer in The Usual Suspects.
No, it’s the Kobayashi-Maru test that Kirk observed/ran in one of the older movies, and took in the newest one [/nerd]
I’ll try to be here. Like I said, it’s all dependent on how well the pain meds work and if I’m actually awake at the time :-p I should be home around 11:30, 12 pm mountain time on Wednesday… We’ll see what happens :-p
P.S. Yes, I really meant Wednesday–I had to switch the appointment around. Work on Thursday may be interesting as well.
Considering that (aside from when you are on cold meds) it’s the closest we’ll see you to drunk posting, I say go for it.
Note to self: bring lots of popcorn to the Snark Lounge on Wed. afternoon, EB will be a good show. : )
Also, best wishes for the procedure!
Thanks for the well-wishes… I have to make sure not to think about it/dwell on it, because the last time I got crazy worked up before anesthesia (when I was 12…) I dreamed that there were dinosaurs kicking around a ton of giant neon-colored balls and every time the balls hit each other it hurt… My mom said I was screaming bloody murder the entire time I was unconscious, and scaring all the other kids at the dentist :-p
….OK, stopping now! :-p
Hi, I am a pharmacist and pharmacology professor in California. Trilazolam is quite safe. It’s an ultra short acting cousin to Valium, frequently used by dentists. The precautions about decision making come from the fact that it does impair the the ability to make good decisions. Everything seems like a good idea at the time. In addition, triazolam cause short term memory loss. This means that you could wake up with a horse and two sheep and have no idea who paid the bar bill.
Listen to the Otter.
Ha, I’ve always wanted to say that!
I’m told that I’m funny as hell on that sh*t.
I have no recollection of anything, and deny all of it.
But seriously, folks, I’ve taken it for three major dental procedures. It’s very weird…you kinda remember stuff and you will respond, appropriately for the most part, to directions and stuff from the dentist.
They did something similar to me for my wisdom teeth extraction. I loved it. I remember that I was able to respond to directions and that I felt NO PAIN and, really, not much of anything else that was going on. Since that was exactly what I had requested and hoped for, I just relaxed and enjoyed it.
Moira, that’s fantastic. Pretty much everything I’ve heard is scaryness.
Look!
It’s a box lunch.
Ham on Field, hold the wry.
hardee hardee harrr!
Extra cheese. Pickles and Winston on the side.
That’s hurlarious.
It kind of gave me the upchuckles too.
[OT] Hey … anyone wanna see my crap (and more vulgar, and much more absurd) writing circa 1991? Go here and check out issues 2 and 4 of our self-published ‘zine YIP Magazine (I was known rather self-indulgently as DragonLord back then), the entries “Gratuitous Violence” and “Commentary on Toast.” I was teetering over the edge of 19 when I wrote those. They’re weird (The YIP philosophy was all about absurdity — see the “All ABout YIP” in the sidebar), they’re poorly written, contain typos and/or spelling errors, but there they are, somehow still archived after all these years.
(YIP is no longer around; unfortunately, the founder, Jeff Chapman, a.k.a. Milky Puppy, passed away in 2005 from cancer at age 31. By that time though he had already moved on from YIP to more adventurous pursuits in the form of “urban exploration” where he was known as Ninjalicious.)
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Your discourse on toast was quite interesting. I had no idea the subject of charred bread was so incendiary.
The concept of toast was kind of a protozoic meme within YIP — hell, half of the YIP zeitgeist was made up of simple or semi-evolved in-jokes, much like most communities have their private memes only members (or people who’ve read up on their genesis) would get. In this case, cooked bread was considered a mildly absurd concept when you overthought it, thus inherently funny if you repeated it enough, like reaching semantic saturation by repeating the word “sponge” enough times that becomes unintelligible and the very sound of the word becomes funny once it’s detatched from any meaning.
Kind of a “you had to be there” thing I guess.
Many wonderful wishes to all the lovely ladies celebrating the cycle of the calendar completing yet again!
I’m going to punch out early, not feeling chipper at the end of a stressful day. Sure is fun watching the two pups play with each other in the box. Look at Hammy wagging his tail, and Mindee pulling his ear off. How cute!
Good dogs! Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Smarterville!
I’m French.
I live in the US.
I learned English.
I work in Quality Assurance.
This listing makes me cry.
Welcome, Grumpy. If you stay around, you may cry more, but we’ll try and make you laugh, too.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. 🙂
To be fair, this is probably a person from [insert Spanish-speaking country, but probably Mexico] trying to make an effort at English. Also, instead of panhandling, they are actually working (on their own I might add) and contributing to the cleanliness of the houses of America, and this is one really bad issue here in NM.
My fedora goes off to this person.