Somewhere in the pre-digicam days are ads and signs that are permanently etched in my otherwise selective memory. I can picture them still: hastily scrawled, without regard for advertising 101 aesthetics.
These signs, recently spotted from my neck of the woods, deserve a place in my mental collection. They certainly belong to the ranks of Uling for Sales, Hauze for rint, We accept littering, Naghahasa ng cerrcular sow.
Presenting:
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| (From a church bulletin board.) Yup. Your baon has to be patented, registered and titled. And it must come with a tax declaration. |
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(At a therapy clinic) They put the "W" into "illness"
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| (A few steps away from the old school. ) The wayward apostrophe strike's again |
