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Wtf is it want to be?
I think it’s meant to be a chef.
Oh, lol. Yeah, really!
:D
Just needs a little essence…….BAM!
Oh man, wouldn’t have seen that in a million years. I been squinting and tilting my head and never figured out it’s a chef.
Yeah, tilting to the left was how I came up with space shuttle.
Credible though, when I squinted I’m sure there was an astronut.
hahah took me 2 mnits even after reading what dana said to make a check out of that
You made a check out of what?
He pays for the sexing.
That’s a very personal check.
check mating
With a body check.
Moheb shouldn’t write checks his/her body can’t cash.
Hmmm store slogan “We jizz on cakes if you enter the store”
A picture is worth a thousand words
I thought it was a penis
You’re kidding. How could you possibly mistake it for that? What would Freud have to say?
“I’ll try the mushroom stuffing.”
“Sometimes a chef is just a chef.”
“A potato is rarely just a spud.”
you pervert
The first (and only) thing I saw was the chef. What else does it look like?
uhhh… nothing… absolutely nothing…
*whistles innocently…*
well to me it looks like 1 of those bike pump inflatable toys
A space shuttle docking at the international space station.
That splash at the bottom is just two cosmonauts.
Wink wink.
nudge nudge
so that’s what scientologists call it O.o
so that’s what scientologists call it
Something “docking” with something else anyway.
…so to speak.
A vicar and an oddly shaped potato
the international space station is somewhere where a lot of space shuttle dock. If you describe female like international space station … you better check your girlfriend !
I suppose it DOES look a bit like space docking, just not the NASA version.
Ohh, and that little thing between them is like some sort of docking plug.
Um… think very dirty mindedly… and turn it upside down… >.>
A shuttle landing on a runaway.
Haha this could totally be one of those tests like “if you see a chef you’re not perverted” haha. Very similar to the “dolphin” picture concept with little kidshttp://home.versateladsl.be/vt637630/img2/delprete_dolphins.jpg
Where do babies come from?
ohhh…now I see the chef…
Looks like a finger ringing a doorbell to me.
Really? Then that’s an inventive marinade.
All I see is a potato.
…and black curtains.
kitchen curtains.
Meat curtains.
Meat Curtains
No, wait.. all I see is fudge.
Someone forgot to wash the potato. Who had it last?
The chef…*slup* *washes*
Omg, the things we do.
The vicar.
No, Mikey D had it after the Vicar.
and kkkaty had it after Mikey.
I saw ErickB walking funny at Home Depot, muttering something about a curtain rod after kkkaty had it.
I was only there to buy a snow shovel.
Were they on sale? Can you get two for $1.49, or do you have to pay double and get half off?
They’re double-priced-half-off now, pay for two get one free.
I would never have seen that in a million years. What does that say about me, Doc? Other than… I’m a moron.
Thank you! I had no idea, but now I can see it.
haha, wow, my mind is apparently dirtier when I’ve just woken up, ’cause normally I would have seen this, but nope, all I saw was the fail
perhaps, but i didn’t see a chef first.
not the top part at least. lol.
those are some freaky undies shes got on
i can’t see the chef. Explain to me how thats a chef and not a… well… you know.
Dana, you win, because I never would have seen it otherwise.
Wow yeah, I would’ve never seen it as a chef. Kudos to figuring that one out.
A chef with a skinny neck and MASSIVE shoulders!!
A gay chef!
GOOD ONE!!!!!
It’s supposed to be the rear entrance?
DId anyone notice that this is acutally the EXIT, not entrance. The door leads outside.
1st one
Jay, you are a loser.
First loser. I guess that counts for something, right? Right? Ah, never mind.
1st fail comment, ye.
First
(sigh) *tazes*
Oh, may I add epic name fail?
No, it’s just irony.
Nice ironing.
Taze him/it/her a few more time to get the wrinkles out.
him/it. There are no females on the internet. Rule 30.
T*ts or GTFO?
To /b/ or not to /b/ — taze the question.
PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN, FUZZY!
But I accidentally the whole thing.
Not this sh*t again.
*winces* Fuzz – accidenty.
Thanks spork, that annoys me too!
Both spellings are accepted. “I accidenty the whole thing” appears more
frequently on Failblog; “accidentally,” however, is the modal spelling
on 4chan.
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Encyclopedia Dramatica offers a discussion of the meme’s genesis here, and employs the “accidentally” form:
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http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Accidentally
I find it humorous that teh correct spelling has become irritating.
We’re all about the secret handshake.
Let’s just hope nobody’s doing it wrong …
http://failblog.org/2008/07/29/track-fail/?cp=all#comment-48068
its a double fail if you think about the picture in another way
extra starch
It’s related to the Hanukkah fail, apparently.
Penis goes where?
It’s touching without touching.
hahaha
it looks like a penis
that’s funny
penis
haha
funny
The fail is that the penis looks like a chef.
In soviet russia…
You cook penis chef for dinner.
No, the fail is the image is supposed to be a chef, but it looks like a penis. >_>
Hey, it’s Captain Obvious in disguise!
Thanks for pointing that out.
(in)
(poking)
(Shanks)
(shivs)
(spooges)
(scootches)
(spongemops)
(spongeworthy?)
Want to find out?
(spoon?)
sighs with a relief of having realized that those arent undies…..
*wibbles*
it can be what ever you want, E.G. i took a wibble on your keyboard.
Where’s the door handle?
you push.
push hard.
Now repeat 150 times.
God, I know you’ve counted.
*scared now*
Out loud even!
So silent on the odd numbers? and is this a 4 count exercise?
I keep a metronome by the bed.
*knows who to call for good timing*
Mookie applies the rhythm method.
Mookie’s a method all on her own.
Problem is, she can only get to “1, 2, 3, 3…”
No you don’t.
One, two, skip a few, ninety nine, one hundred.
and breath.
Here, bite down on this.
Ok, found the potato.
Oh, I get it. You can tell it’s a chef because of that mushroom he’s using.
I thought that was a suppository.
I figured it was a visual representation of the noise when you pull out and it says “PLOP SPURGLE PFFFTRPLFT” but that’s just me.
If you can get that kind of suction, you’ve found a keeper.
I made a recording of it so everyone thinks they are the first.
♪ Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn’t you love to love her ♪
or a goat
ROFL!
funniest. comment. ever.
I thought it was a butt plug
A Chef?!
Looks nothing like a chef, apart from he really long hat.
Wait ’till you see the sign that says ‘salida’.
‘sortie’!
‘soiree’!
‘salade assaisonnée’
entrecôte de pintade marinée dans une sauce au jus mouillée et sucrée avec de
la cassonade en pot de sirop d’azur lactée en estampillette de jambon salé.
voilà !
*roules les yeux*
Garçon! L’addition, s’il vous plaît!
guinea fowl rib steak marinated in a sauce with the juice wet and sweetened with brown sugar out of lacteous syrup pot of azure in salted ham estampillette. here!?
(stupid babel fish)
cool raoul mon pote xD
*masturbates*
I think you misspelled ‘tastes amber’. Cheers.
lmao
Space shuttle.
He endeavored to discover a new way to enter(prise).
He endeavored to discover a new enterprise to pose to his challenger.
A new frontier.
Where no man has gone before.
Deep Space Hind
So…would the back entrance be a hindrance?
When employees used the hindrance and didn’t wash thoroughly, it opened up a new can of worm holes.
Two soggy worm holes.
…Eeewwwww.
I just hope nothing klingons.
Now see, I’m cooking! I think I just lost my appetite. Anyone want ham, artichoke heart and sundried tomato quiche?
Artichoke hearts.. I think I just lost my appetite
where no man has gone before… oh, there was that one time when I was hanging drapes.
Enter prize.
Oooh! What do I win?
Is he sirius?
No, dawg, he’s not.
Why so srsly?
thought it was a bomb dropping onto something…
Yea, that’s what they all say
the f-bomb
Entrez ( in french) = Come in
Chef (in french) = penetration
Actually, in English too.
Actually Chef in french never meant “penetration”…
sorry
Translation fail. Chef (in French) = Chef or Chief (Depends on what you are talking about (kitchen,…)) and Penetration (in English) = Pénétration in french
Sense of humor fail.
actually entrez just means enter.
actually entrez means “y’all enter”
Crap! Shouldn’t have gotten that tattoo.
Wouldn’t it be, “ALL y’all”? I’ve heard y’all is singular.
is it sad that where I live people actually use the phrase “all y’all?”
Ohhhhhhhh! I see it now! From the top the hat, then his face, with a narrow neck and a scarf tied around it just below, and finally the chef’s double-breasted smock with really hunched-up shoulders.
Man, that’s an unfortunate bit of artwork; might be less easily mis-interpreted if the context of the building was visible (restaurant? cooking supply store? school of cuisine?) but yeah, major phail on the designer’s part!
… thank you. Without your comment, I’d still be searching for the chef.
D:
I don’t think it’s a fail on the designer’s part; more of a win for a mischeivous illustrator over a slow-witted client.
Ya, I’d say this was more of a win.
It’s a French restaurant in downtown Cincinnati…I’m the guy in the picture with the yellow shoes
That’s my van over to the right.
That’s my gum on the sidewalk.
That’s my restaurant you bastards!
And I’m the chef!
*sobs*
Stop your whining and get back in the kitchen!
That’s it…I quit!
*throws toque down on floor and storms out*
Don’t let the sign poke you on the way out the door!
If it does, you will pay. I’m serious!
:[
okay look this isnt funny guys im the picture
c’est mon pied et c’est ma photo
Where did you get those shoes?
It took me about ten seconds to see it as anything other than just a chef. If it hadn’t been posted here, I wouldn’t have noticed anything.
Two words Martin: “nine dolphins”.
Truly the most underestimated two words of the century
Yes this is another thing that shows us the pure souls that are left in the world, and I am not one of them as I saw the fail first. -_-
Eeeyeah….I failed that test myself….. Dolhpins? Are they saving the lovers?
I saw it first as a chef too… then I spotted the fail.
You are a person of pure heart and mind.
makes meh sniffle
it appears the chef is circumcised.
And sterile.
Maybe they’re just undescended?
Also, what’s with the band aid?
The first time hurts.
That’s why I fake it every time it is the first time.
I think Ockham would’ve guessed “strap-on”.
aparently due to the strange looking chef picture, many people missed the real fail.
it says entrez (come in), but in the background you see the street.
So it should’ve said sortie (exit)
reflection realization fail.
OMG, you’re right. ROFL!
except that it’s reflection of the glass
AHHHH! Thank you. There I was thinking it was a placement fail.
I think that’s actually a reflection. It looks like the person in black is taking a picture, kind of. I don’t know, just a thought.
The chef’s hat overlaps the photographer’s.
This was taken from the street, so you’re looking at it from the outside of this establishment. Yes, what you see in the glass is a reflection, and not the view of the street from inside.
^ this comment is a reflection of those by joeblow and EdogawaConan … though the comment by EdogawaConan reflects the one by joeblow … so the_photographer — who of all of us should know about photographic reflections — is here reflecting upon a reflection of a reflection … and we should all take a moment of silence now to reflect
*reflects* *genuflects*
*straps on*
*leaves the room*
*stands by with sutures*
*wipes away tears*
Prostate massage? What a load of bullshit! Never again.
*masturbates*
reflection FAIL.
Well, technically, keeping in the same tense as ‘entrez’ it would say ‘sortez’. As in a command. Sortie is the noun.
sorta
*is out of sorts*
Its a reflection. I can see what you mean, but it’s not what you think.
reflection in the window
the fail keeps on propagating…
Is that a penis hitting a spike??
If by spike you mean a bent over person with their anus exposed and accepting, yes.
And if by hitting you mean “gasman’ing,” yes.
Glass houses, fuzzy.
Dilettante, you know just how to make me sing —
No, I mean a sharp nail-like object. That thing doesn’t even look like an anus.
Don’t tell Mookie, she posed for the picture.
Actually, I hired a body double. *pays Loz*
*is offended*
…*accepts cash*
Mookie is the person who makes me laugh more than anyone else on failblog.
She’s smutty, dirty and randy, but at the same time she’s always elegant and witty without being offensive.
And whether she’s a cow, broccoli or cougar, she’s always a beautiful sexy woman.
me thinkz sumwunz in wuuuvvvv! ahhh
shame she’s married. to me.
uhhh.. no. Not in wuuuuvvv…. Just lost a bet.
*is curious to what the bet was*
We bet which one of us could bag you first.
Both of you lost.
*innocent look*
I thought there was something fishy about him…
Wait a sec, who won and that at least explains the tag on my ear when I woke up!
He he… you were tag-teamed.
Well I hope someone recorded it! And next time don’t use so much tranquilizer.
nice brand on your right thigh!
That’s not a brand, it’s a bite mark. I slipped.
O.O
Ahem, braces too eh?
Eartrash, honey! Where have you been since the wedding. It’s been like… months…
erm sorry about that, i had stuff to do in vegas. ill be home for christmas. looking looking forward to stuffing the turkey with you.
Do I get to be the turkey this year?
u get to be whatever you want, special one!
Huh? You didn’t tell me we were Mormons…
Moomins?
*SQUEEEZE!!!!*
*jumps on the trampoline and bounces away*
whoever figured out that was a chef… what a ledgend
Heath Ledgend is dead.
*cries* — no joker
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(R.I.P., fine artist)
Aww, fuzz…if we bring baroque back, would that make you feel better?
Baroque Back Mountain?
Well…um…yes, that was the pun…
:p
She can’t quit now!
It’s baloney pony breakin’ time.
Let’s play ‘cowboys and cowboys’.
Yeah it’s the entrance for the cook. Restaurant employees and owners do not come through the same door as patrons.
Customers get oral instead?
He meant that the chef uses the back entrance.
Chefs go in from behind.
I think the cook’s got the enterance covered. Thanks all the same.
You spelled cum wrong and it should probably be in french so double fail.
It looks like an exit only, to me. 0=)
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Thanks a ton to the person that pointed out the chef. I was having a WTF until that point.
I guarantee you if you walk through there one of two things is going to happen, you are either going to see something you did not want to see at a place you may have eaten or somebody is going to start yelling at you because they do not want you to see what they do to you or they are anally sterile. That’s why you should cook your own food and say F that.
*blink blink…*
Word salad, anyone??
I think he’s saying aphasia made him anally sterile?
And this isn’t the Engrish site. Did you think the supposed fail was the spelling?
*snicker*
Engrish site next door >>>>
Down the harr and to the reft.
*will probably burn in herr for that comment*
No, you will burn in Naraka.
Say hello to Aslan and the White Witch.
A Herr once made me burn a little, but that’s a long story.
Maybe they thought this one was supposed to be Entre (ohn-tray)? O.o Because Im not seeing the fail here… except the fail of the person who thought it was fail.
it still looks like a WIN to me other than the potato obstructing the orifice
I agree, since when is pulling out a fail?
It’s a timing issue. Too early = disappointing. Too late = free clinic.
That’s why they are using the rear entrance.
*reminds self to buy diaper wipes before date with Erick*
tattoos Mookie’s forehead
ok bored again
*finishes reloading computer and watching Rataouille in Chinese*
why would they pull out if its the chef’s door?
What is ‘entre’? :p
Actually, now *headtilt* it looks like a moomin wearing a ball-gag.
Must be snooze time *corks bottle, rinses glass*.
still don’t see it….
*cleans glasses*
nope still don’t
strangely all i saw was a chef. what is the world coming to when everything isn’t a sexual innuendo anymore
heh … you said “coming”
in YOUR endu! *giggle*
all’s well in Endor’s well, and turnabout’s fair play, and since in spectroscopy, ENDOR is an acronym for electron-nuclear DOUBLE resonance, that proves you and me need a double-do, just don’t tell dilly-do.
How can I watch if nobody tells me?
Endor is also the home of the Ewoks.
Yeah I’m pretty sure I’m never going to eat there…
note to chef — Matt V does not care for the tossed salad
He would rather toss his own.
There’s one more reason not to take up yoga.
NOT to take up yoga? I’d never leave the house!
crap! im the 135 comment! son of a beach
Looks like Christian birth control
More like Catholic potato control.
I’m confused… I thought the fail was that the ‘entrez’ sign is on the inside, rather than the outside of the door.
But people keep talking about penises and chefs.
I guess it’s a double whammy.
Personally i still don’t see the chef.
*goes back to saving money with Geico and watching Hot Fuzz*
?
Google Hot Fuzz
(Google getting the little joke)
(but don’t Google dilletante getting the fuzz hot with an Australian gecko)
That hidden camera was a surprise.
Ooh, I have a DVD of that right here…
“One Fuzzy Recollection”
Yah I thought it was one of your best movies!
fuzz on the concept makes me feel like i have little to no fuzziness on the concept
The Middle English spelling of “concept” was “c-o-n-c-e-i-t,” as in I dare not lean to my own conceit , which in modern usage would be, “I don’t dare depend on my own concepts.”
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The latter phrase comes from the anonymous author of The Cloud of Unknowing, a work on meditative process and experience from the 1300′s. Its author understood that words and conceptual constructs are always already too late — they are more contingent and “made up” — than immediate, unadorned living experience.
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He called the practice of stepping out from under the occluding impress that
words and discursive thoughts have on our minds, “unknowing.” He urged his reader (who was a young monk) to let go of constructed, conceptual “knowing” and to cultivate instead a “naked, blind, feeling of being” — therein to know something undeniably actual, and simple, and beautiful.
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Any manner of thought or experience that is less than that starkly immediate and honestly intimate connection with our lives as lived in the present moment is always and forever a kind of “fuzziness,” and one that is, in comparison to meditative clarity, an ultimately unsatisfying distraction.
I’m not sure I adhere to that way of thinking. What if words are your “naked, blind, feeling of being”…? If words are, in fact, your way into something “actual, and simple, and beautiful”?
By saying that anything that is not immediately or physically experienced is an “unsatisfying distraction” seems to me to be horrifically limiting. Why bother, then, to ever read a book? Or write one? Or get lost in poetry?
And I’m sure I’m dreadfully simplifying a very complex idea, but…the thought that keeps going through my mind is, “There is more in Heaven and earth, Horatio…”
Hee…I’m going to refer to your author as “Horatio” from now on..
*takes of clothes*
*gets blindfold*
*gropes*
Hey!! Carefull where your groping.
It is not about adhering to a “way of thinking”; I’m afraid you have missed my intent.
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Since it’s Shakespeare that’s been referenced, I’m going to use a theater analogy. Let’s imagine, “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.” On this stage, our philosophy and “way of thinking” would be our script. It’s the script that includes the words that describe our characteristic movements, and our typical demeanor, and what we characteristically say. In this analogy, contemplative practice, on the other hand (a.k.a., “meditation” or the practice of “unknowing”) would be the exercise of dis-identifying with our scripted stories, letting go of them long enough to appreciate — honestly and intimately — what is going on. Namely, the practice of giving ourselves the chance to appreciate and realize just how we are acting.
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When we realize that we are actors in a “play,” when we appreciate the nature of our scripted character, we then have the opportunity to connect with, to remember, and to recollect a more original nature — who and what we are before we take up our scripted roles. Our roles are the socially-constructed personalities we bear, the habitual patterns of thought we hold (and end up being held by), along with the presumption that our waking, thinking minds are what “we” primarily are.
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And ultimately, even more than who and what we are, when we have “shuffled off” the coils of our scripted personas, we have the opportunity to be received by, and be selflessly identified with, the fact that we are, the fact that anything at all is — the exquisite suchness of naked facticity — in an obvious, simple clarity and a vivid, stark sobriety that’s really different from any scripted acting and from any philosophy or any “way of thinking.”
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And of course when we are most intimately, humbly, and directly connected and “realized” in that , then EVERYTHING is that — words and plays, silences and games, theater and poetry.
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Words can be and are the “children” of that. They are an exemplification and bodying forth of life. And words can be a vehicle to connecting with that living miracle. But we must love them, and let them love us. We must ask their intent, their “will,” their heart. As you’ve heard me say at other times about spirituality, if we take religious language literally, we are not taking it seriously. The same goes of any worded expression.
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There are many paths to re-connection (the etymological meaning of re-ligion). For me it is to let go of my ways of thinking, allow my own over-educated thoughts and words come to silence and “die”, in order to wake up to the obvious and beautiful.
And yet…I remember your reaction when you finally found that perfect word…that most fitting phrase that exemplified the intent and meaning of your translation just so…
Sublime. Glorious. Joy.
I understand what you are saying (I think), and I find it fascinating…but I do not think I agree.
Which is why discussions like these are so much fun.
What I’m talking is subtly different. It’s hard to put into words — and we can’t help but understand words in terms of what we already know and think, while the kind of experience I’m trying to describe often comes out of NOT knowing and thinking.
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Here’s another acting analogy. If I imagine myself as a character on a movie screen, say a writer or a poet — I’m a character placed there on the screen by the light of the movie projector. And in the storyline of that movie, my character finding just the right word for my poem would be a moment of joy, it might even be the dramatic “climax” of my life as that writer character.
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But the kind of contemplative experience I’m talking about, though, would instead be more like my character ceasing to act, no longer identifying with his script, and stilling his thoughts — in order to “just be.” And in doing that, in this kind of “just being,” he finds connection with his ground; he lets go of his “character” and selflessly touches his core. He realizes his fundamental nature. He sees the original and really, really simple truth. He touches the “obvious” — he’s made of light. He’s an expression of the light, the light that puts him there on the screen. He’s made of that light, that light which puts everything on the screen. That light indeed IS everything on that screen)
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And now he knows that that moment of joy he had experienced when he was “given” just the right word was also always already something held and created by that light. His realization does not “destroy” his world, but it does “light it up” in an altogether different order of sublimity and joy.
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Analogies of course always limp. But what I’m talking about is an experience more “sober” than any other, an experience I’ve glimpsed several times in my life. My own “character’s” life has been heartbreakingly difficult, but those vividly humbling moments of “ecstatic sobriety” keep me here.
i think its graffiti with magic marker its not a real fail
Do not ruin the fail Mike!
And he’s SO possessive.
I don’t know what your talking about
You’re not possessed by its magic.
YOU’RE being awfully possessive there, fuzz.
I don’t know what your talking about
No markers involved. It’s at a fancy restaurant on 4th in Cincinnati called Pigalls.
http://jeanrobertgroup.com/pigalls
Well I saw a chef right away, I actualy had to read your comments tofigure out there was something wrong with the drawing.
I though you guys didn’t knew what ”Entrez” means.
I guess I’m not as perverted as some of you here
Yeah, it’s disgusting how perverted some of the commenters are on here. I sometimes have to walk away because I am so embarrassed by what I read.
Me, too — especially when I see the stuff I write.
(Btw, Ryannon, you walkin’ kinda funny ….)
I went on a double date with Mookie and ErickB and things got out of hand and now I can’t find my potato peeler.
ROFL
*hands Ryannon an Orifice tube remover*
“things” got out of “hand” you say? Sounds like a fun night. Here, you can borrow my potato peeler. Well, it’s not technically mine. I borrowed it from the vicar. It works though.
I would say more of a double-teamed date
Someone’s not getting any.
Virgins can be spotted a mile away.
some are striped though, and some solid, and that’s what makes them so hard to distinguish.
Well, I’d enjoy my smutty mind a lot more if my Admiral were here, but I’ll manage on my own until he comes…
one of these days i’ll get into that mindset. Doesn’t work well with
customers during the day as i post on FB…
Is that a come-hither look I see?
Indeed…it’s a come-as-you-are invitation, too.
We’ve certainly come along way.
It’s been a long time coming.
I hope nothing comes between us.
Come again?
*comes into play*
I’m going to come clean with you…
*hands you a towel and gestures towards the bathtub*
I’ll get in the tub first so nothing comes out in the wash.
Don’t worry…I’ll make sure you’re happy, come hell or high water.
*feels that you are coming to your senses*
Well, you should know…after all, you come here often.
im never going to be able to hear come again without bursting out laughing
Looks to me like someone’s a load his mother should have swallowed!
What about virgins spotting?
he’s bitter.
the fail is that the sign says entrance while being inside the store so it should be exit
or the penis thing
L@w, someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a top-flight job in either the food service or housekeeping industries.
But who’s he gonna call??
*busted*
Ghost Busters.
thats crazy
Dude, that’s the reflection of the street in the glass, it’s not inside the store.
It’s on the outside, you cretin, the stuff in the glass is a reflection
I thought that the fail was the guy’s shoes…
LOL!
Ben
December 21st, 2008 at 8:27 am
It’s a French restaurant in downtown Cincinnati…I’m the guy in the picture with the yellow shoes
I like them, though.
Quoting fail. I like them, I assume Ben does.
fellow fan
First!!!
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OhgodwhathaveIdone
Sameasiteverwas.
Lookwheremyhandwas
alliseeisanupsidedownmushroom
dude you are not first.your way off
*points to the way off*
The fail is the logo, not that it’s the wrong direction. Like yellow shoes said, it is a French Restaurant in Downtown Cincinnati. Here’s the website where you can clearly see it… http://jeanrobertgroup.com/pigalls
The fail is Cincinatti.
The fail is your spelling
It took me like 5 minutes to see the chef. I felt like that guy in Mallrats.
5 minutes? I had reservations and still had to wait an hour. Consider yourself lucky.
I heard he was short-staffed that night and the service wasn’t that good.
I heard the service was actually premature…the entree came before the appetizer, so some poor patrons never got to start before others were already finished.
They patrons would have overlooked this if their appetites had been whetted with an amuse-douche.
*The ^
If the patrons can be patient the sous chef is busy creaming the butter and beating (off) the eggs and will soon bring them their just desserts.
Chocolate fudge?
No fail here at all. Boo.
It sucks we’ve all been commenting about nothing.
Silly dilly. Don’t you know that NO one ever comments about the actual fails?
they just comment about they percieve are the fails
what is it supposed to be?
It’ll only go halfway though.
Oh, my mistake, can you accommodate all that?
*grins*
Ahh, go make me a sammich…
Ha!
Joe, I think it’s an ad for skyline chili.
Major Fail
that must mean that the store must have a poblem
I stared at it for 10 minutes wondering why the picture of a chef was a fail.
And then…
Thats a restaurant door handle in Cincinnati, took the same photo years ago.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecraigmcrae/261447816/
I has an epic phail: “upside down anus” ?? wtf was I thinking? :-/ oh well must be the 5 AM typing thingy
sorry but it kinda look like buttsmex to me…
wierdo, it is incoherentley and unarguably a retarded backwards rocket taking off on a tarmac situated between two valleys
it’s so big pen**
I thought it was a penis working an Atari controller which is resting on a bean bag chair…
I don’t really get why this is a fail. It says “Enter” in French, so no misspellings and it’s very clearly a picture (albeit an abstract one) of a chef. I’m a little disappointed here. I’ve sent in waaaay fail-ier stuff than this and none of mine have ever made it to the blog.
I don’t get why this is a fail. The first time I saw it, I saw a chef…and that is still all I see. The background is a reflection, so it was taken outside.
It’s only an entrance sign with a chef on it hanging outside of some sort of establishment.
I think this is a failblog fail.
on the second post Dana is totaly rightl, i didnt even see it untill i read that. that just confirms that my mind is completely corrupted. should i be proud?
Looks more like an EXIT to me.
Ok, am I the only one who saw the chef right away? I didn’t quite realize how it was a fail, I don’t really see anything else.
It looks like a cast bronze door handle, too.
Somehow that ‘art’ made it past several eyes, even the machine guy who put the pattern in to the autolathe to cut the image into it.
I can’t believe nobody spotted the ‘money shot’ in that image.
I bet it’s on all the napkins, the plates, the restaurant’s sign, and various other fixtures, too.
Fail?
SEX NEVER FAILS
Unless it’s an “obvious fail”
Facial.
It looks like a penis pushing a mushroom up an ass.
Well, I don’t know about you guys. But I see a penis.
All I saw was a chef to start with… now after trying to see a shuttle… well I see a bit more.
It looks like… well a penis, exiting someones rear… with a bit of a discharge.
WTF? thats suppose to be a chef?
i never would have guessed
it just looks like…well do i need to say?
entrez is french for “Come in”
language fail.
Nobody’s noticed that the door leading to THE STREET is marked with ‘entrez’?
That’s the reflection of the street in the glass door. (And of the person taking the picture – you can make out their hand above the door handle) The more you know!
entrez-vous senor?
This is amazing because I used to, and still work there “even though they changed the door” this was a 4 star restaurant in Cincinnati Ohio. I would always walk by with someone I worked with and show it to them , and tell them what i think, they would always disagree / or not laugh, but then say,,,I guess I see what you are saying , but i see a chef. and it drove me insane. SOOOOOO FACE !!!!!!!, I’m not retarded