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I got Google Voice for my phone. I activated the feature that transcribes my voicemails, often to hilarious effect. I imagine an overworked, 50s-style secretary, cartoon sweat droplets shooting from her head as she struggles to type the messages. Oh, and English is not her first language.
Here’s the actual message that was left, transcribed by me:
Hi Becky, it’s Daniel. I’m wondering if you’re going to be at My Florist tonight. Please give me a call.
And here it is, Googlefied!
The kids to does work for you and get the michael, mcNett or is it cos it’s true park please.
Oo! Michael mcNett is going to be at the park? Fantastic!