He sold his soul to Santa.

Or the one who enrolled in Chiropractic class thinking it was choir practice?

Or the dyslexic who thought he was lesdyxic?

Or the dyslexic atheist who didn't believe in Dog?

Or the woman who joined DDAM, Mothers Against Dyslexic Drivers?

Or the one who was agnostic who woke up wondering if there was a dog?

Gotta love it!

Sear of cron?

That's about as bad as the graffiti I saw on the wall in a gas station, with the said station being located in the most redneck community I've ever visited. It was some kind of illustration of the devil with flames, with big bold letters advocating.......

the "WORSHIP OF SATIN!!".

Somebody else had come behind with a sharpie and added "Like the fabric?"

Dyslexics of the world, Untie!

You guys are more thought than I funny you were.

Come on guys, dyslexics are teople poo.