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This makes me laugh, without fail, every time I read it…

My boss, Brad, bought his daughter a plastic railway set for Christmas. He brought the box in for us to look at; it provided amusement for the entire lunch. (For comparison, we didn’t get that much mileage out of Jeffrey’s discovery that Brad shares a name with an Australian gay porn star.)

Now, the Engrish is fun enough (“Run quickly when on the iong bridge with loosing planks!”), but surely cultural differences cannot explain why a toddlers’ play railway needs a logo with dripping blood. To say nothing of the demon in the corner. … [read more]