A brief interlude in my weekly all-day wrestle with my elderly twin tub washing machine (more about the washing machine later).
You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your authority. You will crush all the inferior people under the soles of your jackboots, and any who question your motives will be eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane of every other person’s existence, because you’re constantly contradicting stupidity. Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams of a master race of spellers and grammarians frighten the masses. You must always watch your back. If only your power could be used for good instead of evil.
Ohhh the machanical smell of a twin tub when its on spin
I too am the grammar Fuhrer.
Goodness, look what I found on another blog while taking the grammar test: http://grammaravengers.blogspot.com/ – a web ring for grammar Fuhrers.
Yes, I just love the burning rubber smell!
somehow i fear my outright rejection of grammatical conventions when blogging would preclude my inclusion in the webring!
yes i am aware that capital letters exist, i just refuse to be hemmed in by rules man!
Well I am a ‘Grammar Führer’ too.
Who would have guessed?
Not my Year 12 English Teacher as I [technically] failed Year 12 English at college.