Our rescue squad raises money by sending local residents information about the squad along with a donation request. Their most recent mailing included a shiny pamphlet with one whopper of a Freudian slip.
My raucous hilarity has an edge to it. I want to point and make fun—and I do—but it’s a glass house-and-stones thing for me. I’ve played the fool more times than I even know (and please, don’t tell me). I’m all too familiar with the shame of looking (alright, being) the idiot. It stings.
And yet, I can’t stop laughing. Seriously, severing?
PS. BEWARE OF NEIGHBORS. THEY’RE DANGEROUS.
This same time, years previous: win-win, splash, zucchini pasta salad, in the pits, tangential thoughts, and cooked oatmeal.
Watch out for neighbors!
Hilarious.! And, you know…look at all the attention! Perhaps increased donations?
You should be on the lookout for Anguished English by Richard Lederer. I think there are several volumes. They make me do the kind of laughing that makes your stomach muscles ache. Pages and pages of this kind of mistake.
oh I love the universe for gaffes like this!!!!
That is so so good.