Mistranslation Pillows
Description: Mistranslated sign reading “Please Enjoy Your Delicious Time.” Perfect for humor fans, sarcastic personalities, and food pun lovers.
Please Enjoy Your Delicious Time Engrish Translation Fail Pillow
by TORTAGRAPH
$23 $28
Description: Part of the Broken English Wisdom series, this intentionally mistranslated proverb offers life advice that's somehow both inspiring and completely impossible to understand. A perfect blend of fake ancient wisdom, awkward translation, and absurd humor for anyone who appreciates beautifully broken English.
Description: Part of the Broken English Wisdom series, this intentionally mistranslated inspirational saying starts off sounding meaningful before taking a wonderfully confusing detour. Perfect for fans of fake philosophy, bad translations, and humor that's just profound enough to make you read it twice.
Appreciate Your Yesterday Today - Broken English Wisdom No. 006 Pillow
by TORTAGRAPH
$23 $28
Description: A tribute to one of the most famous mistranslated lines in video game history. This retro sci-fi design features CATS, the villain behind the legendary “All Your Base Are Belong To Us” meme, styled like a dramatic old-school game cutscene. Perfect for gamers who remember early internet humor, pixel-era storytelling, arcade nostalgia, and weirdly unforgettable translated dialogue.
Description: Welcome to Broken English Wisdom, a collection of intentionally mistranslated inspirational sayings that sound profound... until you actually read them. This fake proverb captures the unmistakable charm of bootleg English translations, where every word is technically English but somehow nothing quite adds up.
Description: While on a walking holiday of western Oregon, I happened upon the shack of a native. Besieged by the inclement weather, I pounded on their door, seeking shelter. A wizened, though not necessarily wise, old man opened it and hurried me in. Seeing my bedraggled state, he offered me a share of the soup he was warming by a paraffin heater. I readily agreed and upon being served a bowl of the thick red liquid, I hungrily slurped down spoonful after spoonful. It was only as I finished that I noticed the old man hadn't served any for himself and simply watched me with a bemusement usually reserved for children seeing their first tapir at a zoo. My face betrayed my sudden discomfort and with an almost eerie level of calm, he said to me...