engrish

I have just spend half an hour or so laughing. Not just giggling, or chuckling, but full blown hooting out loud, doubled over in front of my computer, tears streaming down my face with a couple of snorts thrown in for good measure. This, no this is the reason why. And this. And this, this and this. Really, I can't stop looking, they just crack me up.
Just today I noticed an incomprehensible sign on an bus emergency exit (something about pulling the red arms until the stop) and it reminds me of the time Ruth and I went to the Fanny Bar in Prague, oh and there was that sign to Ouagadougou's Artisanal Village:

As someone who spends so much time concerned with cultural sensitivity, this really is my kind of humour.