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Maintain Cleaness
Greenery is our breath
If a egg to the snake nothing feel but is not a feed to public/society.
Man will not any control just one.
A rope released donkey.
A pride man is below to pig.
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But I don’t want to release my rope to a donkey!
And what a nice donkey it is!
The pride of a man is below to pig?
That’s harsh. I am glad I am a woman.
I thought you were a rabbit!
She might not be a rabbit, but greenery is her breath!
Wow, I didn’t know you could smell my minty fresh greenery breath through the internet. My toothpaste is doing it’s work.
OK, I just have to share with all of you my toothpaste brand.
“Rodent”
Let’s hope Billy Maes, follows with an announcement on this toothpaste.
Who says I smelt it through the internet…
Plays psycho-music…
SORRY FOR THE DELAY, FOLKS, BUT AS PEOPLE HAVE OBSERVED BEFORE, IF YOU’RE IN SHOW BUSINESS, DEATH MAKES YOU EVEN MORE VALUABLE! BUT I’M HERE TODAY TO TALK ABOUT RODENT TOOTHPASTE, THE TASTE THAT GIVES YOU THE BREATH OF GREENERY!! YES, WITH NEW RODENT *guffaw* OH, SORRY A LITTLE CONGESTION THERE, WITH RODENT TOOTHPASTE *sprays spittle* RO, RO, *laughing* RO YOUR BOAT! I’M SORRY, WHOEVER NAMED THIS PRODUCT NEEDS TO BE SHOT! YOU CAN’T EXPECT PEOPLE TO BUY SH!T NAMED LIKE THIS!!! I’M SORRY, EVEN I CAN’T SELL THIS!!! *walks off set*
Now that Billy Maes is dead, he’s been getting lazier and lazier with the commercials.
its Mays
iami is right, his last name is Mays! If you will take notice, Mr. Mays just called you a rodent.
A PITCHMAN IS ONLY AS GOOD AS THE PRODUCT HE SELLS. AND I’M SORRY, BUT PEOPLE JUST AREN’T GOING TO BRUSH THEIR TEETH WITH RODENT. nOW, “BREATH OF GREENERY,” THAT HAS POTENTIAL.
FIRST THE H’S ARE BROKEn, nOW ALL OF YOUR n’S ARE BROKEn? HOW CHEAP!
Ok, good to know that it’s Mays. I’ve been calling him Maes all this time.
RODENT is actually a toothpaste that I found on this site. It’s supposed to be short for ROmanian DENTal paste. Here’s the link.
http://engrishfunny.com/2008/10/07/engrish-fresh-breath-has-never-been-easier/
Actually I prefer the word bunny. But unlike you and Meowth, I see myself as being a person. I just happen to have a bunny nickname.
Hey! Cats are people, too!
Sorry, of course everyone knows that cats are people too.
And don’t you forget it!
That’s pure poetry! And I’m guessing a rope released donkey will probably go out with ass on a fine day…
Shakespeare couldn’t put it any better.
What maintaineth cleanness, if greenery be not our breath?
Doth society feed upon snake eggs without feelings?
The pride of man doth be swill to a swine,
Who cares not if the ass be yet released from bondage.
And you said you didn’t like archaic forms!
He that sayeth such things doth speak trash from whence his hinds abide.
Ok, I yield. Wtf does this mean? At first gasp, I thought it was some kind of plea to preserve the landscape and perhaps forbear from littering; but that wasn’t possible by the time my eyes reached the bit about the egg and the snake.
This is going to take some thought.
engrish schorars have pondered for centuries
which came first the snake or the egg?
The water buffalo! Silly Tom.
You’re comparing apples to Volkswagens again…
Well- that explains the tyre marks in his fruit bowl.
I think PCs are more like Volkswagens, myself.
Hammers and Playstations are not compatible! Haha!
That depends on how hard you swing the hammers.
PCs are more potato-shaped than anything else.
PCs are NOT like Volkswagens! Unlike in PCs, the Windows in a Volkswagen have never p!ssed me off.
PCs ARE like Volkswagens! In either case, a crash can leave you in deep trouble.
My computer never crashes! It’s easier to crash a car.
I won’t argue that it is frighteningly easy to crash a car, but when I first started using PCs back in 1994 with Windows 3.1, crashing was quite easy. Even now, I’ve still had more computer crashes in the last year (three) than car crashes in my life (two).
I have a REALLY EXTREME awesome dual processor, and MANY fail-safes.
Does anybody know what this is trying to transmit? I am sure it is something really important to know, but I put on my best “puzzle out the meaning” hat, and failed. Epic fail.
Maybe it’s another public service announcement from Mr. J
I wondered about that also, but I saw no references to reproduction, fees, or karmic payback. Mr. J certainly had that on his mind.
Guess the trolls can’t possibly complain about this one – it’s Engrish by any definition. The script looks like Kannada to me, not that I can read it.
I think it’s definitely (intended to be) an environmental/spiritual message. Don’t litter, trees/plants provide oxygen, if a snake steals an egg to live it’s part of nature, but otherwise don’t waste (eat?) them (or distribute the ones that you don’t eat to those without eggs? Not too sure about that part), control yourself (unless you’re female?) rather than trying to control others, free ass! wait, maybe let your donkey go? And finally, a proud man is less than a pig (reference famous Winston Churchill quote here).
You are way closer than I could get. I agree that it’s something about “let your donkey go” although “free ass” might be fun.
There’s no such thing as a free ass.
One way or another, fellas, we will make you pay.
How often, precisely, is a snake spotted in nature eating an egg that would otherwise go to the public?
I think that’s stretching it.
Ooh, wait a minute! Maybe they mean DON’T EAT SNAKE EGGS ! Have some control! Free your ass, and your mind will follow!!
Would that make you a butthead?
No, a member of En Vogue.
I’m pretty sure this is poetry! You just have to take a moment, dig a little deeper, let it under your skin, and begin to make it better . For you, AND for your donkey.
Why do I suddenly have the urge to break into “Hey, Jude”?
Hey Jude, don’t clean that breath
Take an eggman, and rope that greenery
Remember, a pride man is below to a pig
Then you can start to feed your donkey.
LOL! win!!
I AM the eggman! I AM the walrus! Goo goo goo joob!!
Whars my bukkit?!
Noooo! He be stealin my bukkit!
The original is in Kannada. The English translation is — how shall I put this delicately? — incorrect.
What it is is a series of proverbs that don’t really have any connection to each other except in some vague gestalt way. Here’s the correct translation:
Notice
Maintain cleanliness
Greenery is our life
Succumbing to snakebite is not a problem, but don’t succumb to societal pressures.
An illiterate man is like an untied donkey.
Hubris is worse than being a pig.
Succumbing to snakebite would be a problem.
No kidding.
I guess a better translation is “succumbing to societal pressures is worse than a snakebite.”
Shouldn’t it be defined what sort of societal pressure you were being exhorted to resist?
Like dressing in bad taste vs doing unspeakable things with an automatic weapon? Or voting without thinking?
Or spitting in public or peeing in the streets or discriminating against the untouchables or following your dead husband onto the funeral pyre. Yeah, there is room for clarification there.
One thing’s for sure though. There are no eggs mentioned in the original, not even metaphorically.
Well thats not much better…
And what kind of a notice is that?
“If you can’t read this you’re stupid!” xD
No one really got this so i guess were all just a load of buttheads!
So, the grass is breathing (at least it’s stopped smiling), the snake broke the pan of broken eggs, men are uncontrollable, somebody else is after la conejita’s ass AGAIN, and some perverted wretch is disturbing the pigs again. Sounds like just another day here on EngrishFunny…
And don’t forget, you’re still pregnant. You will have to be for at least another eight months.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGH!
Suddenly, I have this urge to eat snake eggs with pickles and strawberries.
Mmmm…..Sotp making me hungry!
GRRR….Stop. Not sotp!
Just admit it. Sotp makes you hungry.
I like eating sotp signs! They taste like chicken.
I think we’re in uncharted waters here. Who knows how long the gestation period will be for a hybrid of a water dragon and a motorcycle?
The water dragon part may be causing the craving for snake eggs, though. Motorcycles tend to “eat bitumen”- this could get interesting!
If it were someone else who got pregnant, I think we would ask Dr. Handle to do the delivery of the baby/hybrid. But since she’s pregnant, the next best thing we have is JohnB. Let’s hope he is able to assist in the labor.
Unless we have any doctors around?
Yes Ma’am, Dr. ShadowSplicer in the house.
You just want to eat the baby’s face.
Dang! Did you read my mind? *Thinks that la conejita’s baby’s face would taste much better*
I could just tell you had unresolved Oedipal issues with reactive attachment issues, producing ambivalent approach/ avoidance conflicts that result in a loss of psychic boundaries similar to that seen in borderlines.
You sure explained that better than Wikipedia did! WOW!
Shouldn’t we be focusing our energies on the expectant mother?
With a mixture of water dragons and motorcycles, you add energy and who knows what can happen.
Let’s just keep our energies away from the expectant mother.
We can read your mind when you actually write it out in between **. And NO, you are not getting near my face again.
*Gets near her face*
*Sniffs*
You smell like flowers!
Went to see a gypsy
In a fortune-telling place.
Went to see a gypsy
In a fortune-telling place.
Well, she read my mind,
And then she slapped my face.
(At least she didn’t eat it!)
*Eats gypsy’s face*
*Eats ShadowSplicer’s face*
*Much sound of puking*
*Eats Meowth’s face*
(I know he wasn’t involved in the face eating, but I had to suck him into it!)
Ahhhhh! I just realized my face was eated! (It only took 2 days!)
You can’t eat my face! Especially since you tried to do it on my Birthday!
If this thing has a water dragon’s head, Shadowsplicer might get his face eaten. They’re not picky eaters, they have teeth, and when they bite they hurt!
Then if I were you, I would really consider NOT to breastfeed.
Why?!
You could ask your mechanic to fit you with grease nipples.
Perhaps it would be best to toss scraps of raw beef with a light coating of 10/40 motor oil? With a dusting of Rep-Vit?
Unless they prefer chopped cabbage.
I’m a competent mechanic, so as long as Dr Handle will make herself available to assist, I think we can deliver the off-spring ok. The question is, will it look like Ghost-Rider’s Hardly Ableson?
It …could be an environmental plea type thing, It would make sense but I’ve got this sneaking suspicion it’s a “polite sex = Ladyboy” message.
Pride man is below to pig?
Polite gets son
Romantic gets daughter
More romantic gets ladyboy
Arrogant gets pig
Pride man is below to pig- doo dah, doo dah,…
Man will not any control, oh, doo dah day.
Well, I’ll go for the whole series of proverbs that are kinda sorta related in a metaphysical way. It makes way more sense that way.
“Man will not any control just one.” That’s the story of my life in SO many ways…
so, i cannot release my donkey and i can’t let my snake eat eggs but can i at least boil the eggs?
Off-the-cuff translation: A snake in the grass is worth two in the ass. Control-top pantyhose should be worn while eating Lay’s potato chips, of which you can’t eat just one. Donkey Kong is addictive. Don’t be proud, get your swine flu shots NOW. –Izzat close? In humble fragrant deference, Becca
What are you doing on this site? Your talent is wasted here, wasted I tell you! You should be writing cards for Hallmark – you could definitely bring a bit of class to their soppy current stock.
Ah, yes. Greenery is in breath with sodacan’s doom spells toilet paper. I accidentally the donkey. Rope says hi to its brother for egg displeased of humorous rodeo.
Pet my Donkey!
Pet my Donkey!
Don’t touch my eggs!
Don’t touch my eggs!
Pull my rope,yeah, pull my rope.
Boy, they talk about sex too much. LOL
Usually i can figure out what these are trying to say. But this one has left me baffled.