Mwahaha. Behold my power, and TREMBLE!
I sent back what I hoped was an appropriately disdainful reply:
Boo hoo. Boo hoo. I iz da CRUSH3d.
He was not long in replying:
What is wrong with you can't you spell!
Well, that's just waving a red flag in front of this bull. I shot back,
I can spell perfectly well, thank you very much. I thought it was the appropriate response to your telegram gloating about expelling me.
For future reference, my dear, there is such a thing called run-on sentences. Your telegram to me was one. When there are two different ideas, as in, "What is wrong with you" and "can't you spell", a ending punctuation mark between the two independent clauses is necessary. (That is, "What is wrong with you?" and "Can't you spell?")
Additionally, interrogatives (aka questions) require the punctuation mark commonly called the Question Mark, which is that funny looking squiggle that looks like a happy cat tail. (?)
I hope this answers any questions you might have on grammar and punctuation, and hope that your sarcasm detector comes back from the repair shop soon.
Mr. Telegram sent my own telegram back to me. And so, I retorted:
Yes? You had something to add?
Mr. Telegram crushed -- CRUSHED -- me with his witty reposte:
Go fuck yourself. I don't care about spelling because i have a life.
Ah, profanity. The hallmark of an internet bully who knows he's just been made to look stupid.
Well, now, can't leave it at that, can we?
Ohhhhh, he knows a naughty word. Oh dear. My heart may just stop in shock that he knows a naughty word that six billion other human beings know. Oh, I am so very, very, very, very, very, very, very impressed.
You're the one who asked me if I could spell, so apparently you DO care about spelling -- at least when you *think* you're smart enough to insult someone else about it.
By the way, the word "I" is a pronoun and it is always capitalized. I'm sure that in that life of yours you learned that in second grade or thereabouts... or should have.
Since this seems to be the proper level of discourse for you: I'm rubber, and you're glue. Whatever you say to me bounces off and sticks to you.
You're the one who telegrammed me, and continues to telegram me. If being scolded and instructed on how to construct sentences in proper English does not suit you, feel free to leave me alone. If you'd like to continue subjecting me to your adolescent inanities, I'll be happy to continue to treat you like the child you appear to be.
We'll see if discretion is the better part of his valor.
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