Eew. Sounds messy, even at half price.

Yum!

Santa in drag as Mrs. Claus?

Aren’t phonetics awesome?

Don’t eat these before a business meeting. (It actually means “in speed,” essentially “eat these on the run.”)

I fart foreskins? I dunno either. (It actually means “research on the move.”)

January 20, 2015.  Yep, that’s right.  Let’s call a spade a spade.  I’m illiterate.  I’m living in a place where I can’t read a newspaper, the street signs, ads in store windows, cryptic notes that my neighbors post in the hall, or the operating instructions for my washing machine.  I can’t fill out forms or applications at the bank, post office, or dentist’s office without someone translating each line to me in English. Continue reading Being Illiterate →