*jumps over the edge after the Moomin*
*splish*
Good job the tide is in!
*tries to rescue him*
*realises she can’t swim*
HELP! HELP!
*goes under*
*surface*
HEL.. *spits out water*
*keeps jam above water*
*paddles behind and wraps arm over chest*
*does weird back stroke back to shore*
Hmmm, if the tides in there’s no beach?
What now?
Completely irrelevant, but funny nonetheless:
61 down in my morning crossword puzzle- the clue is “squeezer”
It’s only 3 letters though, so Moomin won’t work
*sips coffee, ponders*
AH that would be nice but I gotta sober up so I can go to work tomorrow or today for everyone else. I don’t wanna wake up with a hangover. Know what I mean?
*agrees*
Anything starchy to absorb the alcohol: i.e. bread, potatoes, etc.
And water to rehydrate your system. Also, taking a fever reducer helps loads!
No, just haste. I run and bounce all day. I’m the sort of person that takes a stair three steps at a time and prefers running to strolling. In Africa someone said to me “You walk like a msungu”.
I don’t think so. Problem is that I think it should get taped, but I’m the only one in our practice who has the skills to do it.
“White man”, white people always being in a rush.
They told a white man that he walks like a white man? Hmm. And you’re not telling me that you can’t tape your own ankle, right? I’m a pro (DIE) in taping my own ankle!
I was there doing some undercover…ehm…medical business but my gait gave me away.
No, I can’t tape my own ankle. I am not referring to the standard and inefficient stretch tape, but to the rigid sports tape (clickie).
k-k-k-katy the curer of hangovers and whatever else is necessary to having a longer moniker says:
I once dated a man who ran everywhere he went. I finally got tired of keeping up with him. It was hell just to go to the store; by the time I had made it through three aisles he was in the checkout line with a cart full of stuff. Also, he made really really bad puns all the time. It was funny for a couple of weeks…
Hm, I see the full-size avatar but not the 32×32 version.
Try logging into gravatar and re-confirming your image.
There’s also a check tool thingy on gravatar (somewhere under “help”).
No idea if this helps though.
Well you can call me God if you want to, I’m okay with that. Zilla, on the other hand, is somewhat offensive to me. Reminds me of Tokyo and its doomsday
You would have to prove that you are (a) God before I call you so.
(I was following your desperate attempts to get an avatar the other day. Just tried to fool you a little bit )
Oh and Godzilla didn’t help me getting an avatar, for your information. But he crushed my bottle of Bacon Lube and my homemade condoms. Damn you, Godzilla!
Yes he’s not writing anything, he was unlucky being tempted by those enchanting words “For sale”, and now his soul is trapped inside that foul vehicle for ever and ever… You see he’s knocking in panic
I’m sure it sounded much better than the time I had to use my husband’s VERY limited ringtone-writing program on his cell (an old Treo 500, back before they were even cool-ish) to write the Imperial March. Philharmonic quality it was NOT.
They wrote ” a vendre, R 25 Gt(something), 600euros a debattre, tel 06.13…”
it means for sale, R 25 is the name of the car (renault 25), 600euros is the price, a debattre means that they can discuss the price and then they give their phone number.
I fail, you fail, we all fail. Double post. I just read all of failblog.org it took me a couple days. There are about 10 to 15 double posts. But if you see this site like a radio station, then they are just playing the songs they like again! Oh and it’s funny if you spell fialblog.org on the address bar, try it.
He’s trying to sell it to the people inside the car?
He’s asking to be let out. He’s been trapped in the car so long he invented his own language.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the dumbest one of all?
Ooooh oooh oooh! Me me me!
*bounces up and down on car seat banging head on roof*
Tsk! SillyDumb
Hmmm… my ‘not equals’ went missing!
You called me sillydumb
*sits on back seat sulking*
*climbs over from the front to squeeze the Moomin*
My chevrons don’t show. I HTML’d my comment.
*squeeze*
Lets drive to Beachy Head.
#1 or #2 ?
We’ll invent a #3.
1+2=3…
Jumping whilst having sex! *ponders*
Timing is crucial!
I wouldn’t wanna splat before the Moomin does. hehe
*thinks that ’splat’ might have a double meaning*
*looks it up*
*still thinks so*
I suggest bungee so we don’t die.
Wanna see me bounce?
*harnesses up*
*tightens the elastic*
*runs until it stretches no more*
*flies backwards*
*gets hit and catapulted into the sea*
WAAaaahhhhh……
*splish*
*jumps over the edge after the Moomin*
*splish*
Good job the tide is in!
*tries to rescue him*
*realises she can’t swim*
HELP! HELP!
*goes under*
*surface*
HEL.. *spits out water*
*takes a straw*
*sips empty ocean*
*waits until jam and the Moomin are save*
*vomits water back in the ocean*
*keeps jam above water*
*paddles behind and wraps arm over chest*
*does weird back stroke back to shore*
Hmmm, if the tides in there’s no beach?
What now?
Woah! What just happened. I was swimming and now it looks like… what’s this? Arthur’s stomach lining?
Where’s BFF when you need a universe implosion?
Was I just flapping around on the ocean bed there?
You did that just to make me look silly Arthur!
*shakes fist*
*squeezes Arthur*
Thankyou!
I’m leaving this thread.
*squelches off*
*squeezes ankle*
Noooooo! Stay!
I would run after him if I could, but I sprained my ankle this morning.
(What did I tell you the other day, jam?)
That “this” has NEVER happend to you before?
(Morning!)
*pops back in thread*
Hahahahahahaha.
*darts back off again*
HAHAHA!
Dammit, I was too slow to grab him!
Is it just me or does this site start to contain more hugs
than ICHCH?
Forgive my ignorance, but what is ‘ICHCH’?
I count three. You can do the counting on ICHC(H?).
Completely irrelevant, but funny nonetheless:
61 down in my morning crossword puzzle- the clue is “squeezer”
It’s only 3 letters though, so Moomin won’t work
*sips coffee, ponders*
GCF!
*squeeze*
Hee!
The second letter is “o” though, so that won’t work.
Bod
ICHCH – I Can Have CheesecHake, obviously. (you know those “cats” and they’re spelling everything wrong (no really, they are – just look!))
MOM
gaynorvader,
I believe that ICHC refers to the “I Can Has Cheeseburger”
lolcats siite.
I told you Moomin to wear a helmet over that hat.
That was just so you could refer to me as that ‘Two-Hat’ Moomin.
I’m onto you.
Curse you Moomin….
*runs off to cook up another evil scheme*
May you stew in your own juices!
*Gathers up spices for the stewing*
So…are you still thinking about purchasing a second hat?
*raises hand*
*high fives Technicolor*
The fives say high to you too jam.
The jam says bye to you. (For now!)
*squeeze*
no
*squeeze*
I suppose the dumbest person would be the person who buys the car and drives it from the outside.
Hahahahahaha.
Surely they could surf on it Teenwolf style?
*roffles*
*raffles*
*snaffles*
*baffles*
*à vendre: waffles*
*double entendre: shuffles*
truffels?
?sleffurt
*Waffles*
*is wary of competitors in the waffle business*
*decides to diversify*
*crèpes*
*pancakes (those thick ones with maple syrup)*
mmm I’m hungry
damn, me too after you mentioned maple syrup. care to join me for a mid-morning breakfast?
mee
Nobody is truly dumb here! (‘cept mebbe them thar trollies)
I am cause Im drunk. hehe
Hmm…
wait I must not be that much because I can still type.
Hmmm….? Come again? Oh, never mind.
I think I’m losing my buzz anyway.
*Hands Oh Naaah back his buzz*
AH that would be nice but I gotta sober up so I can go to work tomorrow or today for everyone else. I don’t wanna wake up with a hangover. Know what I mean?
Pint of water and a fry in the morning.
*agrees*
Anything starchy to absorb the alcohol: i.e. bread, potatoes, etc.
And water to rehydrate your system. Also, taking a fever reducer helps loads!
Potato enemas for hangovers?
*ROFFLE ROFFLE ROFFLE*
Whatever works for you!!!
Must be an American car.
He didn’t invent a new language, it’s French.
again a picture twice in failblog
Perhaps he’s protecting his ad from being smeared?
lıɐɟ
˙әɔuәɹәɟәɹ әp!su! uɐ s,ʇ! sɐ ‘ʍoႡ әɯ ʞsɐ ʇ,uop ʇsnɾ iooʇ ‘ʇɐႡʇ op uɐɔ ! iʎәႡ
Hey… that’s not how I typed it! booo!
(hello everyone, how goes it?)
*sits upsideright*
It goes here and there.
But it mostly goes well.
Only here and there? What about everywhere?
*pouts*
*squeezes everywhere*
1st Kink of the day
Oooh, la la!
…la, It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang…
Oh God I miss that album. I have something to add to my shopping list today!
*squeeze*
Hey Sidey! Not bad. You?
Sheeeeeeee!
*Ahem!*
I’m just loverly! He!
Not he^, but –> heeeeee!
Good jollies?
*bursts through wall, falls down*
Oh, YEAH!!! Um…
If your entrance is an indication of your holiday, I wish I’d gone with you.
I do, too! *squeeze*
And I’m just getting started! We could paint the town red together!
I prefer a nice dark blue if I’m honest!
why not green?
It’s not easy, being green
The green, green grass of home is too far for me.
No, blue it is. That’s my fav, too. POB knows what I mean.
Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
(I may have quoted this before, but it doesn’t hurt repeating.)
how do you do that is thaat some code or somethinng?
(clicky)
¿ʇɐɥʇ ǝʞıl
By George, I think ‘e’s got it! (Who is George?)
Czuhc.
*squeeze*
Oh, ye-ah. Um…
*pinches Czuch*
You awake, Georgie Porgie?
Ouch, don’t pinch the ankle!
Yes I am, working and amusing the patients with my limb.
Ehem. *limp
What happend? Football?
No, just haste. I run and bounce all day. I’m the sort of person that takes a stair three steps at a time and prefers running to strolling. In Africa someone said to me “You walk like a msungu”.
I see. I hope your ankle isn’t hurt as bad as mine! BTW – Msungu?
I don’t think so. Problem is that I think it should get taped, but I’m the only one in our practice who has the skills to do it.
“White man”, white people always being in a rush.
They told a white man that he walks like a white man? Hmm. And you’re not telling me that you can’t tape your own ankle, right? I’m a pro (DIE) in taping my own ankle!
I was there doing some undercover…ehm…medical business but my gait gave me away.
No, I can’t tape my own ankle. I am not referring to the standard and inefficient stretch tape, but to the rigid sports tape (clickie).
I once dated a man who ran everywhere he went. I finally got tired of keeping up with him. It was hell just to go to the store; by the time I had made it through three aisles he was in the checkout line with a cart full of stuff. Also, he made really really bad puns all the time. It was funny for a couple of weeks…
Note to self: only good puns when k-k-k-katy is around.
Sorry for the pinch.
Uhh… can I squeeze the limp and make it (s)well?
hehe…
I’ll put some ice on it now.
*squeezes ankle better*
You should try prescribing a squeeze, see what the pharmacist makes of it.
Now once again, where does it rain?
Very cool! & Good morning all!
Aloha Ka kahiaka
means good morning in hawaiian.
Semi-fail
Avatar fail
Hm, I see the full-size avatar but not the 32×32 version.
Try logging into gravatar and re-confirming your image.
There’s also a check tool thingy on gravatar (somewhere under “help”).
No idea if this helps though.
Godzilla? Nice!
Well you can call me God if you want to, I’m okay with that. Zilla, on the other hand, is somewhat offensive to me. Reminds me of Tokyo and its doomsday
You would have to prove that you are (a) God before I call you so.
)
(I was following your desperate attempts to get an avatar the other day. Just tried to fool you a little bit
Hm. Well, God is God, it’s not a noun, nor am I. I am god. The FailGod
Look: LET THERE BE FAIL! And there were fail. See? Told ya
God is God? Hindus would disagree, I guess.
..hm You got me cornered I guess, even God can get cornered sometimes
Oh and Godzilla didn’t help me getting an avatar, for your information. But he crushed my bottle of Bacon Lube and my homemade condoms. Damn you, Godzilla!
But proof denies faith, and without faith, God is nothing.
*gets run over on next zebra crossing*
*steals the Moomin’s Babelfish*
*steals Arthur’s towel*
I’m a hoopy frood who knows where your towel is.
I will make you listen to poems! You know who made them…
Aren’t you worried your own lower intestine will throttle your brain?
May happen. But it’s very unlikely.
Escape plan B then.
*Starts to chew off own leg*
Err… did your leg just say “not again!”?
Yes, but I’ve told it resistance is useless.
Certain people just love to say that.
Just remember, when you leave my office, leave by the window, not by the door.
*sleepy*
There seems to be something big and yellow in front of your office.
*yawns*
How will you get away with only one leg!
I’ve GOT to read that book again. It’s been far too long.
Book?
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
Is that not what you were referencing up there? If not, you did a damn good job of it in a few comments.
*looks innocent*
Sorry. Couldn’t resist.
*shakes fist*
This is the last time I’ll be bested by you, Moomin!
*pedals off on unicycle*
0.0
A unicycling potato.
The world is truly a wondrous place.
*tells your family “sorry for your loss”*
*and steals your wallet*
*sigh*
I should have stayed in the sea.
I’d be more worried by the demon soul trapped in the rear window.
Ooh, now you mention it, that is scary!
There there.
*squeeze*
*smirks cos her plan worked*
*squeezes Moomin*
Gah! You’ve got me wrapped me around you finger.
*looks at finger*
*Thinks: I need to cut my nails*
hehe… the other way around, surely!
“Nails: I need to cut my thinking”?
*raises eyebrow*
*wags finger*
Did you have to let it linger?
Yes he’s not writing anything, he was unlucky being tempted by those enchanting words “For sale”, and now his soul is trapped inside that foul vehicle for ever and ever… You see he’s knocking in panic
Maybe the phone number is carrying a secret message, who knows
We should dial it and see.
I just did but I did not understand a word. Does anyone speak French?
Un peti peu. Qu’est-ce qu’il dit?
Something about ‘petit mort’. Perhaps he’s going to Beachy Head for that #3.
Wouldn’t that be the little and the big ‘mort’? Oh, and could you please insert this ‘t’ in my above comment?
I don’t wanna! I think I’ll send that “t” to Washington!
(Pleaase don’t turn this into a political thread, or I’m done!)
BlablablaOBAMAblablaSOCIALISTblablablabla…
(Hi WN! *waves down*)
Whoooaaa Nellie! What chu talkin’ ’bout?
*squeeze squeeze squueze*
(hahahaha Moomin!)
could it have something to do with that creepy guy hiding behind the wall on the left side of the picture?
isn’t ‘petit mort’ French for orgasm?!
“Petite mort”, yup (“mort”’s gender is female so “petit” ends with “e”).
But I really don’t see anything like this on the picture…
I’m French ^^
“petit mort” mean “little dead men” xD
It’s my mother tongue actually, and it’s written :
À vendre
(unreadable)
600€ (unreadable, is it “à déb” ?)
Tel : 06.13.03
Which means
For sale
600€ (maybe “negotiable”)
Phone : 06.13.03 (it’s a mobile phone number, but it’s still incomplete though. It lacks 4 more digits).
Nothing like “halp, i’m trappd in teh carz” unfortunately. Sorry guys
yep, I’m french…
so : for sail
Maybe he can’t get out because the electrics don’t work.
Maybe he’s locked into his own car and doesn’t see the unlock knob
…and he’s been there so long he started to write his memoires.
I think it’s a backward satanic message. Wait, I think I can make it out: “I snort the nose, lucifer. Devil bunnies, devil bunnies.”
Day 1: Climbed in the front.
Day 2: Climbed in the back.
Day 3: Wrote on the window for help.
Day 4: ???
Day 5: PROFIT!!
He must have sold the car on day 5.
Demons need love too.
They’re just like you and I.
With the possesions, and the fires, and the battling angels etc….
I preferred Dean’s old car, this one is pants.
I wouldn’t worry, we always have you.
*Rubs Moomin the wrong way*
*fur frizzes due to static*
Meep!
Welcome back Cloud.
I think this picture was posted before on failblog oO
Perhaps you saw it on the vote page?
is that a giant batman on the back window???
decal WIN!
I believe it is
Is that a chalk or something?
something
Ore?
-Ida?
Ho?
Hi guys, this is my first post since I finally found a fail in my time zone.
I’ve been reading the comments for quite some time, though.
Maybe it’s so the people on the sidewalk can see?
I would suggest the window on the same side as the sidewalk then. And hello to you!
You don’t want to make it too easy for them. They might think you’re too eager to sell it.
I agree. Hopefully after he wrote it he lowered the window.
Aloha!
backwards F fail
Speaking about backwarbs – how do I get a backwarb ‘b’?
You type O then you take a marker and draw the tail on your screen.
*offers tail*
Morning!
*shakes tail feathers*
Morning!
*sneezes*
*inspects while shaking head in unison*
*pulls out a stack of 1 dollar bills*
*jumps on the stage too*
*rips off clothes*
*applauds wildly and wolf whistles*
*runs to bank to withdraw life savings*
*tucks I.O.U. into grannypants*
Hey! come back with those grannypants!
*chases Moomin in the goal to sniff grannypants*
Oh mine! Uh… I mean my! (or did I?)
All yours
It’s Amélie. She’s too used to writing on glass plates in reverse.
Alucard?
Jugular
*bites*
aha!
*reels in the catch*
*flops around on the deck*
*flaps granny on the cat?*
*Enters Entertime*
Hows about them apples?
*About time to enter*
Crisp. Expensive too, since they’re out of season.
LOL
*offers one of Granny’s peaches*
Thanks!
*takes* *offers crisp apple in return*
Careful, Enter time; what GCF offers is a bit fuzzy.
Being offered an apple by a stranger is also traditionally evil.
Speaking of Amélie, just watched A Very Long Engagement aka Un long dimanche de fiançailles.
Great flic.
Audrey Tatou + Jean-Pierre Jeunet = epic win
REDRUM REDRUM
I have some white rum?
*swigs*
hic!
*offers flask*
*wiggles finger*
*bites at finger*
*group squeeze*
(morning)
My clickie didn’t work
*sprays*
Yippee! My work is done
That lazy bastard!
(Morning!)
It will be dealt with
(morning)
Wah! It’s not even baconlubed yet.
*squeeze*
(morning)
You should see the doctor and get some cream.
To combat my rabid urges?
Seriously, got an email this morning, I think I’ve found a new blog
http://www.milanoo.com/en/thing/Inflatable-Latex-Catsuit-and-Ball-Head-with-Open-Eyes-and-Mouth–module-item-id-1759.html
you got to check the comments
Ok, maybe not
Thanks Arthur.
Now to start work on a witty comment…
*scrolls around for a long time*
Aaaah! You’re welcome! By the way, find ‘Reply to this Comment’. Click it BEFORE replying. Done!
Ok, will do.
Congrats! Your first reply!
Oh what are the “codes” for the emoticons?
Clicky!
JAAAAM!!!
Don’t worry Arthur. I’m going back to work.
I hate your work! I hate that you’re working!
*stomps feet*
Me too. It’s much better when I’m on me jollies.
*gets out the trombone*
*plays to the stomping rhythm*
Oompa oompa oom pa pa
that trombone looks a bit rusty (clickie)
*runs off with Jam’s trombone playing the them song for star wars*
*e
*holds hand to chest – wipes a tear away*
John Williams would be proud of THAT performance!
I’m sure it sounded much better than the time I had to use my husband’s VERY limited ringtone-writing program on his cell (an old Treo 500, back before they were even cool-ish) to write the Imperial March. Philharmonic quality it was NOT.
I’d love a copy of that!
Ahh thanks
Clicky.
We should have some of those hallmark greeting cards made for these occasions.
I’m not one of the loyal regulars here but welcome anyway
Thanks, it’s nice to feel welcome. ^_^
*group squeeze*
Howdy people!
*squeeze*
Howdy! Mighty fine squeeze ya got there!
Can I join in?
*squeeze*
Naaah… yeeaah!
*squeeze*
Oh Yeeeh Oh Naaah!
*squeeze*
Oh Yeee-yeee-haaah…
*sneezes*
Ohhh GOD yeahhhhhh…
*sleezes*
Weird… I cannot get GFC’s comment # 388625; yet it shows up in “recent comments.”
http://failblog.org/2009/04/24/for-sale-ad-fail/#comment-388625
And this comment, too.
*Ahem*
WELL, young man…
*raises eyebrow*
Just WHAT did you say, that got you eaten? Uh…your comment, that is.
Who is the artist of all these magnificent paintings on the internet? I’d like to retain him or her to paint my portrait.
*looks around to see who GV is talking to*
Everyone?
*looks around, feels alone*
*squeeze*
*gasps for air* (but in a good way)
You may feel alone, but together we Fail.
In Fail I thrust.
“O”, my god!
GV… *snickers* (Geschlechtsverkehr – sexual intercourse)
Hmmm… Gayder?
Norva? I have no problem with GV anyway, I’m proud of my sexual intercourse! (well except for that one time…)
HAHA. You weren’t with Granny were you?
I cannot answer this question as it goes against my religious principles…
I tried that, but no luck, I couldn’t turn around fast enough!
No no, it was when I mistook a stick of dynamite for another cylindrical object…
*Admires the crater*
I didn’t mind the crater, it brought focus to the room, but I’m still trying to get rid of the stains in the carpet.
*uıɐƃɐ ɹǝʇɐɹɔ ǝɥʇ sǝɹıɯpɐ*
Hardly noticed the stains at all
bury your feelings deep young master
amongst other things?
hey Jam, do you know the difference between Jam and Marmalade?
You orange gonna tell me?
its a bit rude\
*is trying to figure out if that was the solution or just a warning*
Granny, you’re never worried about offending our sensibilities?
Ok, you can’t marmalade your cock someone’s ass
:
*in
Told you it was rude
I bet someone will tell you that Chuck Norris can!
*is quite satisfied of having made a Chuck Norris joke without the accompanying shame*
Granny’s always trying to get someone to bury something deep.
*hopes someone will buy the car and let me out of here*
I hate 78 cents, 2 Snickers wrappers and a leaf. Would that be enough?
Damn, typo. Have*
What kind of leaf? You can come on the road trip
It looks something like the leaf I saw on the nice mans yellow, black, red and green shirt.
Buys car. ROAD TRIP!!!!
*runs out the car and jumps in the trunk*
*Mistakes technicolor’s car for his car*
I guess I’ve gotta go dump that body in the TRUNK into the river now.
*Drives towards river*
*gets excited about sleeping with the fishes*
This is turning out to be a best road trip EVER!
Dude, Where’s my car?
I’ve just had an epiphany! He’s selling everything OUTSIDE of the car!
Who is he, Donald Trumb?
No. His hair is too nice.
Brilliant. Excellent thinking there.
Great Spoons Of Fire! I do believe you’ve got it.
Hee hee!!!
Hoo hoo!!!
YES! The mystery of the mysterious sale ad inside the car is solved!
Or maybe he’s just captioning anything you see while looking out that window!
the thing is he is still writing and no one is going over to
tell him wtf…
Is it only me that can’t see this one?
He’s writing the sale information on the inside of the car, hence the buyers will have to read it backwards to understand.
Oh non ! Un Français ! Honte à nous.
Shame on us…
exactement, apres ils vont dire qu’on est betes… mais nous on sait on l’est pas !!!
repeat fail
http://failblog.org/page/188/
what language is that? anyone know what they’re writing?
It’s French – “A vendre”
Fail caption too…
They are French…. I’m so ashamed !
They wrote ” a vendre, R 25 Gt(something), 600euros a debattre, tel 06.13…”
it means for sale, R 25 is the name of the car (renault 25), 600euros is the price, a debattre means that they can discuss the price and then they give their phone number.
I fail, you fail, we all fail. Double post. I just read all of failblog.org it took me a couple days. There are about 10 to 15 double posts. But if you see this site like a radio station, then they are just playing the songs they like again! Oh and it’s funny if you spell fialblog.org on the address bar, try it.
Oh, mon Dieu… Il est français… La honte pour nous !!
lol you fail at telling people they fail your “F” is facing the right way
Looks like Photoshop: Image->Rotate->Flip Horizontal but I can’t tell read the words in the other part of the image to be sure.
Did anyone notice the fail in the caption?
If you reverse it…It’d say “Ab fail”
And a fail to me, for not seeing the two pages of comments…to see that someone indeed also saw the F faced the right way too..
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So this has already been on Failblog.
http://failblog.org/2008/03/26/mirror-image-fail/#comments
Failblog Fail. >.<
I’m sorry, but “Ab Fail”?
What’s wrong with his abs? They look just fine.
French car is renault 25
Rofl funny this place is in france: we can see “caisse d’épargne” publicity and it’s write “a vendre” in the car
How about when we say poeple fail, we don’t fail ourselves? That spells ‘Ab Fail’. It’s a backwards B not D.
Vive la France !!!
ummmm does anyone else notice that everything else in the picture is flipped that way? i dont think its an ad fail i think its a readers fail
This man is from Portugal. That explains all…
Woops… I thought it was written “A Vender” (wich is Portuguese), but it says “A Vendre” (wich is French, of course). Sorry about the fail comment…