Proofreading is obsolete
I have concluded that proofreading is officially obsolete. In fact, reading itself may have gone the way of the corset. Word is out that I am prowling about trying to catch MLS offenders, but they fear me not. In fact, they are becoming fragrant. Uh, I mean flagrant.
Thanks to Fred Glick of sunny Philadelphia and L.A.’s own Jane Peters for collecting some of this great flotsam and jetsam. Check out these bloopers:
Off With Their Heads!
“Twilight Open. RSVP. Light sinner served.” (Hosted by King Henry VIII, I presume.)
“Wood-brning stoned fireplace” (Bridge-burning stoned agent.)
“Needed: Property shower” (Offered by Scrub-Yo’-Back Realty.)
“Bogus offered” (Jackass delivered.)
“Sellerr wants sole” (…So he can kick you in the arse!)
Blame It On The Altitude
“Amaxing views of snot-capped mountains” (Yeesh – imagine the moguls on that slope!)
“Bonus if accepted offer by Mamorial Day” (Leave it to men to come up with a day to honor breasts.)
“Call for appt for grope preview” (I already had that preview in High School.)
Clever Eye-Catcher of the Week
“For Sale By Ogre” (Either this the home of Dick Cheney, or it’s great marketing ploy.)
Jane’s Corner
“Hug balcony ideal for entertaining” (Something tells me this connects to the bedroom…)
And This Week’s Auto-fill Madness:
“2 bd contemptible house” (Two-bit committ-able agent.)
“Call first if bad wetter” ( That’s rather personal, isn’t it?)
“Hind-End appliances” (Horse’s a__ typist)
“Beautiful shades of mellow” (Thank you, Donovan. Now pass the joint.)
