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Typos, and The Hunter
rosin_dubh wrote in metaquotes
In which an innocent request by the_hunter...

"I've been rather taken up with a hobby these last few days...I'm trying to improve, extend and expand my photography skills...
So, over the last week I have been admiring from a distance the hand-carved Swiss cuckoo clock that my boss's boss's boss has sat on his desk.

It is truly a thing of beauty...hand carved characters, maiinly mice, articulated and automated, they dance, carry out different jobs, move in random fashions, while a whole carrilon of bells plays tunes, and the obligatory cuckoo jumps out and announces the hour. It may sound tacky, but in fact it is both tasteful, stylish and incredibly well executed, and hand painted and gilded it is genuinely an object to be admired.

So, today I emailed Geoff to ask if I could, over my dinner hour perhaps, set up my camera and get some decent pictures of it...


Just as I pressed *send* my eye caught this sentence...

*I have long admired your magnificent cock, and would dearly love to get some photographs of it, at your convenience*

Your *cock*

Please God, make that didn't happen!!!


Just sent a further email...

*Dear Geoff, please find enclosed the letter l. If you look at my last email you may find a place where that letter belongs, which may cast an entirely different light on our implied social dynamic. Best wishes etc....*

Oh Gods..."

Quoted in its entirety and enjoying the comments mightily. (flocked, qwp)

Oh man. This is EXACTLY what I needed today.

And how! Just the right thing. :D

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Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear.

I hope his (his, right? cause that makes it even funnier) boss('s boss's boss) has a good sense of humor...

Yeah, the_hunter is male. *G* This kind of thing seems to happen to him a lot, poor bloke.

You owe me a new drink and a new keyboard. ROFL.

Ahahahaha, laughing for the rest of the night, thank you. I will be retelling this to a few friends I'm sure.

Definately made me laugh, thanks.

I admire the OP for noticing the typo and not sending the next email going 'CLOCK, CLOCK, OH GOD I SAID CLOCK I MEAN YOU'RE A NICE GUY BUT I DON'T THINK OF YOU THAT WAY I MEANT YOUR CLOCK WHICH IS VERY PRETTY PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME'. That would reek of the lady protesting too much.

My favourite clock ever is one that I haven't seen yet, but I have fallen in love with it based on sarahtales' description:

We were dry and dressed on the streets of Prague, and we stopped to admire a beautiful church.

Then the church exploded.

Into a sort of cuckoo clock church. Saints popped merrily from every window. Jesus cruised by. And best of all, a tiny skeleton Death came out and started ringing the bell. With his scythe.

Wow, added the OP to my memories and I guess there is another post I need to hunt down for curiosities sake.

heeeeee, oh dear.

My similar typo was only to my whole IRC channel, and was about footwear instead.

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I sympathize deeply with the_hunter.

From 1999 - 2003, I worked for the IT department of my (large) university, running computer labs (and later, managing the students who ran them).

We kept fairly detailed logbooks, and starting in 2000 we went to online logbooks instead of paper ones. They were kind of like message boards, and all 200+ student employees read them regularly, as well as all of the "grown-up" university employees who worked for IT in some related capacity.

One fine winter's day my sophomore year, I wrote in the logbook of the busiest lab that "User got his floppy dick stuck and nothing I did could get it loose. Called hardware support."

I didn't realize I'd typoed on DISK until it was a half-hour too late. *facepalm*

This is why one should always proofread at least twice *before* pressing send!

Now that's really funny. :)

Whoops! I had a similar incident when I told a friend he had a hole in his arse. Very hastily tacked on the end OF YOUR TROUSERS!!! D:

Not that saved me from various other friends in our company asking why I was staring at his arse...