December Engrish Roundup

All your stereotypes are belong to me.No, for the last goddamn time, we don't have any Twilight books.Served in a skin fluteOkayI had a Nokia phone. Poopie is right.Who wants some fresh hot scorn? I've got homemade ire jam to go with it.Yeah, ya knockhead. Watch where you're going.Let's not and say we did.And that's what frightens me.Formerly Frederick's Of HollywoodIt's what she puked all over