Sarah notes,
…and then I got sugar-free hazelnut creamer all over the kitchen.
Well, that’s what happens when you follow the directions, Sarah.
I think this is actually an example of how you can communicate even if you’re not using any particular linguistic rules. It’s the exception to the rule. It’s also funny. Thanks, Q!
EDIT: I have come to realize that Q isn’t the only one who text-messages me pictures and I inadvertently attributed this picture incorrectly. Nolan, you rock, and I hope the giggles continue.
So, uh… that would be a big red mark in both the fact-checking and the spelling columns. I kind of think he’s got the racism and jerkitude covered, though.
This is all over, but I pulled it from Womanist Musings, because I refuse to pull it from the sites that sort of quietly applaud it.
Hey, check it out, y’all! I just received my very first accusation of Photoshopping!
I feel like I’ve made the big leagues!
When I first saw the comment, I was a little concerned. I post submissions without undue scrutiny, so it’s entirely possible I’d post something ‘Shopped by accident. I am therefore relieved that the accusation pertains to a photo I took myself. I admit it’s a little screwy dimension-wise, but hey: YOU try taking a picture of a clear glass. I put a sheet of paper in it so it would be a bit more visible, but otherwise, that’s all-natural grammar mutilation!
I assume that what happened here is that (insert store name here) went to (insert government agency name here)’s website and printed off this flyer. And all things considered there are worse things that could happen. But it’s an editing faux pas anyway… like applying for a job with a cover letter targeting a different company.
Juuuust out of curiosity… is anybody actually reading this blog? I’m getting lots of submissions, but absolutely zero comments, and I can’t figure out if that’s a problem on the technical end or what.
In fact, you are so ugly, that your spouse is going to vacation without you. In fact, he’ll probably run off with the cute girl who makes the cocktails. And they will live on the island forever, breeding perfect, gorgeous children and acting as spokespersons for some incredible charity. And you know why? BECAUSE YOU ARE UGLY.