Even better, he said “I have moral armor.”
Your head aches as you reach for your coffee. You flick your mousepad quickly to avoid having the words seared on to your retinas. Roll with disadvantage.
And even then, you need to ask if it contains egg.
You have to know the rules in order, perchance, to break them.
Words brought into English can use English pluralisations, so you’re not wrong if you say octopuses. I think Grammar Girl had a take on this maybe 7 or even 8 years ago by now. These days, I can’t see myself getting worked up about it for the sheer fun of being pedantic like I used to.
They wouldn’t want to, because it doesn’t matter to them. It makes their bogeyman Trump even scarier, and keeps that desperate cash flowing to their campaign coffers so both parties can play off one another while robbing the country, and the global South, blind.
Drill Sergeant: JESUS H. CHRIST. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
Pvt. Pyle: SIR, A JELLY DONUT, SIR, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
You can’t treat social problems with a chemical.
Trinitrotoluene?
And other goodies!
The ability to be disconnected from the internet and still function properly.
It is funny every time and I’m tired of pretending it’s not.
When you go so “minus Garfield,” you invent a new horseshoe theory.