Most hated spelling and grammatical errors
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Who would that be? Just PM reply please. Otherwise this is bait, so please don't flame in response.Solo508 said:
I believe it was in response to me calling him for spelling 'grammar' incorrectly. And he was right to do so.
I'm astonished that this thread has gone three pages without the most common one I see online, and that's "loose" for every damn thing. "I need to loose weight!" "I'm afraid I'll loose him!" ARGH, make it stop! I see this so often that if I actually see someone type "lose", I wonder if it's wrong.
The other one that gets me is pluralization by apostrophe. "I bought three sword's." Sword's what, exactly? If I had a dime for every time I saw this, I could pay my gas & light bill for a year.
The other one that gets me is pluralization by apostrophe. "I bought three sword's." Sword's what, exactly? If I had a dime for every time I saw this, I could pay my gas & light bill for a year.
I live in Iceland, so it's common that people can't spell properly. (I have a friend that spells want ''whant'') I hate it when people shorten their words as well (gr8, u, r, y?)
I also think that there should be some form of spell-check on MSN.
I also think that there should be some form of spell-check on MSN.
?omg lol w8 4 meh!1? cried Wendy as she hastily grabbed her textbook and slammed her locker door shut. The second bell had rung five minutes ago, and her two friends were already across the hallway. They stood in front of a door with a sign that read ?chatsp33k?. Mary Beth, the eldest of Wendy?s little posse, waved her hot pink painted fingers at Wendy.
?hurry!!11! were l8 lol,? she beckoned.
?im coming lol,? said Wendy. She trotted down the hall towards the two, who were already heading through the door into the Chatspeak classroom. Wendy panted as she took her seat, which was located directly in front of Mr. Parsley?s desk, the Chatspeak instructor.
?u 3 r l8 AGAIN1!? said Mr. Parsley. ?wot do i have 2 do 2 get u 3 to com ein on tyme??
?sry,? apologized the three girls.
Mr. Parsley scoffed. ?nevre let i thapen a gain.? He cleared his throat. ?now, az i wuz saying b4 teh interupshon, did every1 turn in teh homwork form last nite??
Everyone in the class, except for the three girls, who scrambled from their seats and handed their papers to their instructor, nodded and said ?yes lol.?
?g00d,? said Mr. Parsley. ?now letz reeviuw b4 we t4ke the kwiz.?
The students, including the three girls, who had made their way back to their seats in time, brought out their workbooks and pens.
?now wen u introdoos urself tosum1, wut do u say?? asked Mr. Parsley. He looked up at the sea of raised hands and pointed to a small boy with braces. ?4ndroo??
Andrew looked down at his workbook as he read: ??asl???
?c0rrect!!11!? said Mr. Parsley. ?an dwut do u say wen j00 need 2 ekscuse urself duiring a metting?? He pointed at a girl sitting in the back. ?dayzee.?
??brb? andif u r going to b long u can say ?afk? instead.?
?yes lol,? said Mr. Parsley.
Daisy beamed, proud of herself for being a know-it-all.
?no wwut do u say wen u and a covenrsatoin??
A light brown-haired boy sitting near the front raised his hand.
?j00rdan??
?You say, ?I will talk to you again sometime soon.??
Everyone turned and gave a disapproving glance at Jordan, whose eyes were locked on Mr. Parsley?s. Someone in the back uttered, ?lol wat a n00b.?
?ur j/k rite?? said Mr. Parsley.
?No, sir,? said Jordan.
?howmny tymez has dis happned, mr w1lkez?!112!!1?? demanded Mr. Parsley. ?how many tymes haev i told u 2 stud y??
?More than once, Mr. Parsley,? said Jordan Wilkes. He lowered his gaze to his workbook.
Melanie, the youngest of Wendy?s posse, leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, ?dat guy izh hawtb ut hes so stoop1d.?
?omg lol i no111!1? whispered back Wendy.
?i wud lyke 2 see j00 afte rclass, mr wizlke,? ordered Mr. Parsley. ?im going 2 r1ng up u rmothre on teh fone and well discuz dis problm. remeber, ritea fter class.?
?Yes, sir,? said Jordan, his eyes still on his workbook.
?and sp33k porper chatsp33k nex tyme,? scolded Mr. Parsley. ?back 2 rewiev1ng,,,?
*****
Three hours later, Jordan trudged home from school. Because he and Mr. Parsley spend an hour on the phone with his mother discussing Jordan?s bad usage of grammar, he had missed the bus home. It was not until another hour later when the next bus came buy, so he took to going home on foot. He was not looking forward to going home. His mother mentioned something about ?no $ 4 a month? as his punishment, as well as a long lecture on how to use the Chatspeak language. She?d probably stuff a bar of soap into his mouth for good measure. He sighed and continued down the sidewalk, thinking about all the different punishments and lectures he would be facing as soon as he got home.
A little ways down the road from Jordan?s school was an ice cream shop slash deli, where some of his classmates would hang out after school. Friends would gather to work on school projects. While others would just kick back and linger on the soft couches available throughout the shop.
Jordan had no friends. He never did. Everyday he?d wonder if it was because he was slow, that he?d speak English instead of Chatspeak. People got annoyed every time he spoke English. They?d called him ?ret4rd? and ?n00b?. ?why don?t u sp33k celarly?? they?d say. ?i cnt hear j00.?
Jordan walked down to the ice cream shop/deli. He figured he?d dawdle and kill time there. He was in no rush going home today. As he entered, a little bell rang above the door, and several heads turned to look at him. Someone whispered ?n00b? into another?s ear. The three girls, Wendy, Mary Beth, and Melanie, were sitting on poufs placed in a circle around a small coffee table located near the freezer. They giggled as he passed by.
Jordan hauled himself onto one of the corner stools lining the long counter (Sort of like a bar, minus the booze, he thought.) next to the freezer, which was filled with a dozen or so different ice creams, with one for every color of the rainbow. Margaret, the middle-aged woman who both ran and owned the place, walked up to him from behind the counter and asked what he wanted.
?Just a scoop of vanilla, please,? said Jordan.
?wut did j00 say?? asked the woman.
Jordan rolled his eyes. ?Vanilla. One scoop,? he repeated.
?o a sc00p of nila?? asked the woman.
?Yeah, whatever,? Jordan wasn?t in a great mood today.
??w/e,? he says,? muttered Margaret as she grabbed a cup from the stack of cups sitting on the back counter and went to open the freezer. ?kids. no repsect thees dayz.?She returned to him and handed him the cup of ice cream. ?$2.?
Jordan pulled two dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the middle-aged woman. Better stop spending after this, he noted to himself, if Mom?s really cutting my allowance.
He scooped some of the ice cream and sucked on the spoon. He didn?t like to eat his ice cream too fast when it was too cold. It hurt the insides of his mouth.
Mary Beth turned to her best pal Wendy, who was slurping a large choco-caramel strawberry smoothie while flipping through a glamour magazine.
?i d4re j00 2 askh im out,? she said.
?omgz shud i?!1??
?lol ya,? said Melanie. She was eating a hot fudge sundae.
?go gurl,? urged Mary Beth. She was having triple-scooped cookie dough ice cream with some banana slices.
?omg k,? Wendy put down her smoothie onto the coffee table and walked he way over to Jordan?s corner, stumbling once on her spikey, baby blue heels. Jordan saw her coming and choked on his ice cream. Wendy?s top was very revealing and it was hard to focus on anything else.
?omg lol r u looking at mai b00bz?? asked Wendy when she reached him. She bobbed a bit on her heels to make them bounce. Jordan?s eyes followed every movement.
?What do you want?? he asked as he tried very hard to look at his ice cream instead.
?lol,? said Wendy. ?wann ago out wit meh? J00 r0x0rz.?
Jordan blinked as he tried to process what she had just said. ?Wait, did you say you want me to go out with you??
?lol duh,? Wendy grinned, whipped back her long blonde hair, and leaned closer to him. She batted her fake eyelashes at him. She breathed deeply, causing her chest (and her breasts) to rise, almost meeting with Jordan?s nose.
God, she?s hot, thought Jordan and he backed into the counter so he could get some breathing space. A shame she talks in Chatspeak.
?No,? he said.
?lol wtf??
?I said ?no,?? said Jordan. ?No, I will not go out with you.?
?omg WHY?!!/11//!?? cried Wendy. Her lip jutted out and she looked like she was going to cry. Finally, Jordan managed to tear his eyes away from her heaving breasts and he looked at her pouting face.
?Sorry, I?m already seeing someone else,? he lied.
?omg j00r sucha n00b!!!!111!11!1? she screamed. She stomped away back to her friends, fuming.
?Sorry,? Jordan said to no one.
?lol wat didh e say?? asked Mary Beth as Wendy plopped herself down onto her pouf.
?NO!!1!!11? she wailed. ?he sed he wuz goin gout wit sum1 eles.?
?pwned,? said Melanie.
?lol i bet he wuz lieing,? said Mary Beth. ?he isa n00b.?
?lol ya,? said Wendy. She turned on her pouf and shouted in Jordan?s direction: ?lol j00r a n00b!!1!1!1one1!?
Jordan said nothing. He finished his ice cream in silence and left the shop just as quietly.
*****
Jordan, his mother, and Mr. Parsley sat around a round table located in one of the school?s private conference rooms. On the table was Mr. Parsley?s notepad, a red pen, and a sheet of last week?s Chatspeak quiz, with a big red ?F? written on it.
?c4re 2 explaned is?? Mr. Parsley asked Jordan.
?It?s the quiz from last week,? said Jordan, ?which I didn?t pass.?
?an why ddint j00 pass?? said Mr. Parsley.
?Because I wrote down all my answers in English,? said Jordan. He saw his mother shaking her head.
?he used2 b such a g0d sutdnet,? said Mrs. Wilkes. ?I dnt no why hes sud3nly erbeling.?
Because Chatspeak is such a stupid and pointless language, thought Jordan.
?i tink the 0nly way 2solve dis is 2 sand him 2 a lowwer lvl chatsp34k calss,? suggested Mr. Parsley. ?wut do u thnik about diss oultion, mrs w1lkez??
?w/e is t3h best 4 mai sun,? said Mrs. Wilkes.
Jordan was silent.
?its setled tehn,? said Mr. Parsley. ?j00 strt next weak is dat cle4r??
?Yes, sir,? said Jordan.
*****
Jordan picked up his new schedule from the registrar and looked for the location of his new class. It was located in the area where all the special education classes take place.
?Just great,? he muttered as he walked to his class. ?Now people will think I am retarded.?
He reached the classroom and was greeted by a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties.
?w3lcum,? she said. ?i me4n, ?Welcome!? I?m Ms. Honeysuckle.? She stuck out her hand. Jordan shook it gently. ?Let me show you your seat.? She shepherded him to a rectangular table with seats on all four sides. Several other students were sitting at the table and smiled as they saw Jordan come in. Jordan smiled meekly back at them and took a seat next to the only girl there.
?Hey,? she said as he sat down.
?Hey, you speak English,? said Jordan.
?Yeah,? said the girl. ?I?m Amelia.?
?Jordan,? he said.
?So, your teacher kicked you out for speaking English too??
?Yeah,? sighted Jordan. ?Doesn?t make sense at all, does it??
?No,? said Amelia. ?I don?t know why people talk like that. It?s stupid.?
?Heh, the Chatspeakers say the same thing about us,? said Jordan.
Amelia laughed. ?Yeah, how ironic.?
Jordan smiled. She didn?t even say ?lol?. He had finally met someone else who shared his distaste for the universal language of Chatspeak.
?i gess dats every1,? said the woman who had welcomed Jordan. She went into the front of the class and straightened up. ?Good morning class,? she said. ?Let us begin our lesson.?
Jordan followed Amelia?s lead and took out some paper and a pen. As Ms. Honeysuckle began her lecture, he took down notes. She spoke in perfect English, so he could actually take notes now that he could follow what she was saying. Jordan grinned to himself. The teacher taught in English and the students seem to speak English too. He felt that he was going to fit right in here in this class, and perhaps finally make some new friends as well.
*****
?2day we hve a specal guest,? said Mr. Parsley. ?he is 1 of teh 1337est sp34kers in t3h contry an dhe giv3s out sp3aches all over teh world. plz welcum h42vey 4damz.?
The students clapped their hands together as an old man of fifty walked into the front of the room. Harvey Adams was dressed like an old college professor, complete with thick glasses, a bow tie, and graying hair. He cleared his throat.
?|-|3|_|_0, 3/32y1.? he said. ?2|)4y 1?|/| |-|323 2 74|_|< 2 |_| 4|30|_|7 3|=|=3(71/3 5|*34|<1||1||9.?
Mary Beth leaned over to her friend Wendy and whispered, ?lol wat happned 2 dat n00b guy??
?3|=|=3(71/3 5|*34|<1||1||9 15 //|-|3|| |_| 574|||) 1|| |=20||7 0|= 4|| 4|_||)13||(3...?
?lol i herd he g0t cent 2 sepcial ed,? said Wendy.
?l0l wut a n00b,? said Mary Beth.
?lol?
?L0L!!2121!one!?
?1337 5|*34|<325 a|_|_ 0/32 73|-| //02|_|) |_|53??
?5hh!? said Mr. Parsley.
Mary Beth and Wendy stifled their laughter.
?3nglish is such a n00b langw4ge lol.?
?ya lol.?
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This is dedicated to all the people who received savage beatings for trying to talk to me in chatspeak.
Daily Deviation on 18/11/08. I thought it was brilliant.
?hurry!!11! were l8 lol,? she beckoned.
?im coming lol,? said Wendy. She trotted down the hall towards the two, who were already heading through the door into the Chatspeak classroom. Wendy panted as she took her seat, which was located directly in front of Mr. Parsley?s desk, the Chatspeak instructor.
?u 3 r l8 AGAIN1!? said Mr. Parsley. ?wot do i have 2 do 2 get u 3 to com ein on tyme??
?sry,? apologized the three girls.
Mr. Parsley scoffed. ?nevre let i thapen a gain.? He cleared his throat. ?now, az i wuz saying b4 teh interupshon, did every1 turn in teh homwork form last nite??
Everyone in the class, except for the three girls, who scrambled from their seats and handed their papers to their instructor, nodded and said ?yes lol.?
?g00d,? said Mr. Parsley. ?now letz reeviuw b4 we t4ke the kwiz.?
The students, including the three girls, who had made their way back to their seats in time, brought out their workbooks and pens.
?now wen u introdoos urself tosum1, wut do u say?? asked Mr. Parsley. He looked up at the sea of raised hands and pointed to a small boy with braces. ?4ndroo??
Andrew looked down at his workbook as he read: ??asl???
?c0rrect!!11!? said Mr. Parsley. ?an dwut do u say wen j00 need 2 ekscuse urself duiring a metting?? He pointed at a girl sitting in the back. ?dayzee.?
??brb? andif u r going to b long u can say ?afk? instead.?
?yes lol,? said Mr. Parsley.
Daisy beamed, proud of herself for being a know-it-all.
?no wwut do u say wen u and a covenrsatoin??
A light brown-haired boy sitting near the front raised his hand.
?j00rdan??
?You say, ?I will talk to you again sometime soon.??
Everyone turned and gave a disapproving glance at Jordan, whose eyes were locked on Mr. Parsley?s. Someone in the back uttered, ?lol wat a n00b.?
?ur j/k rite?? said Mr. Parsley.
?No, sir,? said Jordan.
?howmny tymez has dis happned, mr w1lkez?!112!!1?? demanded Mr. Parsley. ?how many tymes haev i told u 2 stud y??
?More than once, Mr. Parsley,? said Jordan Wilkes. He lowered his gaze to his workbook.
Melanie, the youngest of Wendy?s posse, leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, ?dat guy izh hawtb ut hes so stoop1d.?
?omg lol i no111!1? whispered back Wendy.
?i wud lyke 2 see j00 afte rclass, mr wizlke,? ordered Mr. Parsley. ?im going 2 r1ng up u rmothre on teh fone and well discuz dis problm. remeber, ritea fter class.?
?Yes, sir,? said Jordan, his eyes still on his workbook.
?and sp33k porper chatsp33k nex tyme,? scolded Mr. Parsley. ?back 2 rewiev1ng,,,?
*****
Three hours later, Jordan trudged home from school. Because he and Mr. Parsley spend an hour on the phone with his mother discussing Jordan?s bad usage of grammar, he had missed the bus home. It was not until another hour later when the next bus came buy, so he took to going home on foot. He was not looking forward to going home. His mother mentioned something about ?no $ 4 a month? as his punishment, as well as a long lecture on how to use the Chatspeak language. She?d probably stuff a bar of soap into his mouth for good measure. He sighed and continued down the sidewalk, thinking about all the different punishments and lectures he would be facing as soon as he got home.
A little ways down the road from Jordan?s school was an ice cream shop slash deli, where some of his classmates would hang out after school. Friends would gather to work on school projects. While others would just kick back and linger on the soft couches available throughout the shop.
Jordan had no friends. He never did. Everyday he?d wonder if it was because he was slow, that he?d speak English instead of Chatspeak. People got annoyed every time he spoke English. They?d called him ?ret4rd? and ?n00b?. ?why don?t u sp33k celarly?? they?d say. ?i cnt hear j00.?
Jordan walked down to the ice cream shop/deli. He figured he?d dawdle and kill time there. He was in no rush going home today. As he entered, a little bell rang above the door, and several heads turned to look at him. Someone whispered ?n00b? into another?s ear. The three girls, Wendy, Mary Beth, and Melanie, were sitting on poufs placed in a circle around a small coffee table located near the freezer. They giggled as he passed by.
Jordan hauled himself onto one of the corner stools lining the long counter (Sort of like a bar, minus the booze, he thought.) next to the freezer, which was filled with a dozen or so different ice creams, with one for every color of the rainbow. Margaret, the middle-aged woman who both ran and owned the place, walked up to him from behind the counter and asked what he wanted.
?Just a scoop of vanilla, please,? said Jordan.
?wut did j00 say?? asked the woman.
Jordan rolled his eyes. ?Vanilla. One scoop,? he repeated.
?o a sc00p of nila?? asked the woman.
?Yeah, whatever,? Jordan wasn?t in a great mood today.
??w/e,? he says,? muttered Margaret as she grabbed a cup from the stack of cups sitting on the back counter and went to open the freezer. ?kids. no repsect thees dayz.?She returned to him and handed him the cup of ice cream. ?$2.?
Jordan pulled two dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the middle-aged woman. Better stop spending after this, he noted to himself, if Mom?s really cutting my allowance.
He scooped some of the ice cream and sucked on the spoon. He didn?t like to eat his ice cream too fast when it was too cold. It hurt the insides of his mouth.
Mary Beth turned to her best pal Wendy, who was slurping a large choco-caramel strawberry smoothie while flipping through a glamour magazine.
?i d4re j00 2 askh im out,? she said.
?omgz shud i?!1??
?lol ya,? said Melanie. She was eating a hot fudge sundae.
?go gurl,? urged Mary Beth. She was having triple-scooped cookie dough ice cream with some banana slices.
?omg k,? Wendy put down her smoothie onto the coffee table and walked he way over to Jordan?s corner, stumbling once on her spikey, baby blue heels. Jordan saw her coming and choked on his ice cream. Wendy?s top was very revealing and it was hard to focus on anything else.
?omg lol r u looking at mai b00bz?? asked Wendy when she reached him. She bobbed a bit on her heels to make them bounce. Jordan?s eyes followed every movement.
?What do you want?? he asked as he tried very hard to look at his ice cream instead.
?lol,? said Wendy. ?wann ago out wit meh? J00 r0x0rz.?
Jordan blinked as he tried to process what she had just said. ?Wait, did you say you want me to go out with you??
?lol duh,? Wendy grinned, whipped back her long blonde hair, and leaned closer to him. She batted her fake eyelashes at him. She breathed deeply, causing her chest (and her breasts) to rise, almost meeting with Jordan?s nose.
God, she?s hot, thought Jordan and he backed into the counter so he could get some breathing space. A shame she talks in Chatspeak.
?No,? he said.
?lol wtf??
?I said ?no,?? said Jordan. ?No, I will not go out with you.?
?omg WHY?!!/11//!?? cried Wendy. Her lip jutted out and she looked like she was going to cry. Finally, Jordan managed to tear his eyes away from her heaving breasts and he looked at her pouting face.
?Sorry, I?m already seeing someone else,? he lied.
?omg j00r sucha n00b!!!!111!11!1? she screamed. She stomped away back to her friends, fuming.
?Sorry,? Jordan said to no one.
?lol wat didh e say?? asked Mary Beth as Wendy plopped herself down onto her pouf.
?NO!!1!!11? she wailed. ?he sed he wuz goin gout wit sum1 eles.?
?pwned,? said Melanie.
?lol i bet he wuz lieing,? said Mary Beth. ?he isa n00b.?
?lol ya,? said Wendy. She turned on her pouf and shouted in Jordan?s direction: ?lol j00r a n00b!!1!1!1one1!?
Jordan said nothing. He finished his ice cream in silence and left the shop just as quietly.
*****
Jordan, his mother, and Mr. Parsley sat around a round table located in one of the school?s private conference rooms. On the table was Mr. Parsley?s notepad, a red pen, and a sheet of last week?s Chatspeak quiz, with a big red ?F? written on it.
?c4re 2 explaned is?? Mr. Parsley asked Jordan.
?It?s the quiz from last week,? said Jordan, ?which I didn?t pass.?
?an why ddint j00 pass?? said Mr. Parsley.
?Because I wrote down all my answers in English,? said Jordan. He saw his mother shaking her head.
?he used2 b such a g0d sutdnet,? said Mrs. Wilkes. ?I dnt no why hes sud3nly erbeling.?
Because Chatspeak is such a stupid and pointless language, thought Jordan.
?i tink the 0nly way 2solve dis is 2 sand him 2 a lowwer lvl chatsp34k calss,? suggested Mr. Parsley. ?wut do u thnik about diss oultion, mrs w1lkez??
?w/e is t3h best 4 mai sun,? said Mrs. Wilkes.
Jordan was silent.
?its setled tehn,? said Mr. Parsley. ?j00 strt next weak is dat cle4r??
?Yes, sir,? said Jordan.
*****
Jordan picked up his new schedule from the registrar and looked for the location of his new class. It was located in the area where all the special education classes take place.
?Just great,? he muttered as he walked to his class. ?Now people will think I am retarded.?
He reached the classroom and was greeted by a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties.
?w3lcum,? she said. ?i me4n, ?Welcome!? I?m Ms. Honeysuckle.? She stuck out her hand. Jordan shook it gently. ?Let me show you your seat.? She shepherded him to a rectangular table with seats on all four sides. Several other students were sitting at the table and smiled as they saw Jordan come in. Jordan smiled meekly back at them and took a seat next to the only girl there.
?Hey,? she said as he sat down.
?Hey, you speak English,? said Jordan.
?Yeah,? said the girl. ?I?m Amelia.?
?Jordan,? he said.
?So, your teacher kicked you out for speaking English too??
?Yeah,? sighted Jordan. ?Doesn?t make sense at all, does it??
?No,? said Amelia. ?I don?t know why people talk like that. It?s stupid.?
?Heh, the Chatspeakers say the same thing about us,? said Jordan.
Amelia laughed. ?Yeah, how ironic.?
Jordan smiled. She didn?t even say ?lol?. He had finally met someone else who shared his distaste for the universal language of Chatspeak.
?i gess dats every1,? said the woman who had welcomed Jordan. She went into the front of the class and straightened up. ?Good morning class,? she said. ?Let us begin our lesson.?
Jordan followed Amelia?s lead and took out some paper and a pen. As Ms. Honeysuckle began her lecture, he took down notes. She spoke in perfect English, so he could actually take notes now that he could follow what she was saying. Jordan grinned to himself. The teacher taught in English and the students seem to speak English too. He felt that he was going to fit right in here in this class, and perhaps finally make some new friends as well.
*****
?2day we hve a specal guest,? said Mr. Parsley. ?he is 1 of teh 1337est sp34kers in t3h contry an dhe giv3s out sp3aches all over teh world. plz welcum h42vey 4damz.?
The students clapped their hands together as an old man of fifty walked into the front of the room. Harvey Adams was dressed like an old college professor, complete with thick glasses, a bow tie, and graying hair. He cleared his throat.
?|-|3|_|_0, 3/32y1.? he said. ?2|)4y 1?|/| |-|323 2 74|_|< 2 |_| 4|30|_|7 3|=|=3(71/3 5|*34|<1||1||9.?
Mary Beth leaned over to her friend Wendy and whispered, ?lol wat happned 2 dat n00b guy??
?3|=|=3(71/3 5|*34|<1||1||9 15 //|-|3|| |_| 574|||) 1|| |=20||7 0|= 4|| 4|_||)13||(3...?
?lol i herd he g0t cent 2 sepcial ed,? said Wendy.
?l0l wut a n00b,? said Mary Beth.
?lol?
?L0L!!2121!one!?
?1337 5|*34|<325 a|_|_ 0/32 73|-| //02|_|) |_|53??
?5hh!? said Mr. Parsley.
Mary Beth and Wendy stifled their laughter.
?3nglish is such a n00b langw4ge lol.?
?ya lol.?
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This is dedicated to all the people who received savage beatings for trying to talk to me in chatspeak.
Daily Deviation on 18/11/08. I thought it was brilliant.
Solo508 said:
I wanted to know who "somebody" was in reference to. I just couldn't find it. Damn stealth edits.Milford Cubicle said:
Actually, I once stumbled across an incredibly simple rule for who/whom and its never played me wrong.Maet said:
1)Rearrange the sentence as a statement involving he/him (even where a male singular is inappropriate; it's possibly other ways, but the rule makes more sense this way). You often don't have to use the whole sentence; you can very often get away with just the part of the sentence after who/whom.
2)If he is correct, then it's who; if him, then whom.
To who/whom is may concern becomes It may concern him becomes To whom is may concern.
Who/whom owns this shirt? becomes He owns this this shir. becomes Who owns this shirt?
Simple.
Nazi XP?SecretTacoNinja said:
Is that a new version of Windows?
Back on topic, I hate most of the spelling & grammatical errors I see. Mostly because as Firefox has a built in spelling checker which highlights any potential mistakes they make.
Do these people just ignore the scores of red which plague their posts?
I understand that not everyone uses Firefox & some people are colour blind, but still, there must be quite a few people who are aware of all their mistakes but ignore them... maybe they knowingly make those mistakes so they appear as stupid as the their accompanying post.
I mean when you read a completely stupid post or statement without mistakes you think the writer is intelligent enough but arrogant in their stupidity, but if it's also plagued with mistakes you're lulled into thinking they're actually mentally deficient and/or very young so are less likely to argue or flame them.
Like Mr. T says you "Pity the Fool".
If you want to see the most god-awful examples of grammar and spelling misuse then spend an hour refreshing the Yahoo! Answers home page.
I was talking to a friend the other day at work and he told me that the teachers at his daughter's school (third grade) have started the practice of allowing the students to spell words like they sound.
I was talking to a friend the other day at work and he told me that the teachers at his daughter's school (third grade) have started the practice of allowing the students to spell words like they sound.
Great Britain IS a full member of the European Union. The European Union and the European Single Currency are two different things. You do not have to be in the European Single Currency to be a member of the European Union.wombatish said:
Online I'm gonna say the your and you're mistakes annoy me most but in real life it's gotta be less and fewer.
