Bloorp.

Hey, $19.99 for Painful Therapy! What a steal…?

Snapped in San Francisco’s Chinatown while doubling over with laughter because I’m a badass multi-tasker.

Spotted at the same store that carries the Almost Batman t-shirt.

There are many great things about this product I’d never buy.

Never mind the fact that it’s “made up of best material!!” but it’s also apparently “The best gift for children.”

I disagree with this erroneous statement and would go so far as to say that it’s the ONLY gift for children.

Am I right?

Now without man!

Caption courtesy of my awesome bro.

Snapped at a dollar store in the ‘burbs.

Snapped in the men’s room at Ajisen Ramen in downtown Toronto. Matt came back from the washroom in mid-meal to alert me about the signs, at which point I decided it was imperative to see them for myself.

He stood guard while I snuck into the tiny (and yes, empty) men’s room to take these pictures. One was pasted to the paper towel dispenser and the other above a urinal.

After I had done my business — and not in that way — I made a quick escape, filled with a special kind of glee that only comes from encountering Engrish. Luck was on my side as the washrooms were down a level, so I was in and out and back at my seat before other patrons realized they needed to pee.

Oh, Engrish. How I love you so.

Snapped in the men’s room at Ajisen Ramen in downtown Toronto. Matt came back from the washroom in mid-meal to alert me about the signs, at which point I decided it was imperative to see them for myself.

He stood guard while I snuck into the tiny (and yes, empty) men’s room to take these pictures. One was pasted to the paper towel dispenser and the other above a urinal.

After I had done my business — and not in that way — I made a quick escape, filled with a special kind of glee that only comes from encountering Engrish. Luck was on my side as the washrooms were down a level, so I was in and out and back at my seat before other patrons realized they needed to pee.

Oh, Engrish. How I love you so.

The very thought of karaoke in a private room in K-Town was a strong indicator that my New York friends were going to show us a good time.

The fact that it actually happened had me laughing until the wee hours of the morning.

And while I wasn’t brave enough to stand up and take the mic like Sam or Kim under the spinning disco ball lights, I bellowed along carelessly from the sidelines.

The laughs didn’t stop when someone discovered the applause button on the Massive Remote Control of Life Disguised For Karaoke. But the most uproarious moment came when “Welcome to the Jungle” began blaring through our white-walled room’s speakers.

On-screen, stock footage of lions and tigers strutting through the wild, interspersed with extreme close-ups of flora and fauna.

We may have belted out the line “it gets worse here every day,” but really, it couldn’t have been better.

Something tells me that even if I ate these cheese crackers, I still wouldn’t know what metropolis feels like. I suspect that cow probably wouldn’t be much help, either.

Snapped on that same walk through Chinatown. What can I say, it was a good day for Engrish-spotting.

Hoes…get your hoes here…

Snapped on that same afternoon stroll through Chinatown where we stumbled upon these unusual “basketball(s).”

Snapped on the walk back to our Bocagrande hotel from the Castillo San Filipe.

I was half-hoping to find a Forever 21 nearby after spotting this shuttered store, but alas, no such luck.

Snapped on a stroll down the Bocagrande. I couldn’t resist.

As one person pointed out to me earlier, “At least it doesn’t say CLOTHING’S.”

One of my colleagues was in Seoul, Korea for a conference the other week. In an e-mail to him, I wrote, “If you see any Engrish, please take a picture for me.”

So he did.