Golf Nazi

I'm no grammar Nazi, but sometimes I wish I were. Especially on Facebook.

For instance, there seems to be a lot of confusion about to/too/two, your/you're, its/it's, or any spelling error that Firefox is generous enough to point out.

When I see a sentence such as,

"Hey bro.. golf is a great hobbie but it can be very frustrating as well.. its the thoughest game in the world by far!"

I want to go in and make a comment pointing out their idiocy. Well, idiocy and point of view. Golf? Really? Has he tried every sport in the world? Because I'm pretty sure all of the dead gladiators would disagree. Pff... golf...

Pretty sure my comment would end up something like this, which is why I don't say a thing,

"Hey bro... grammar is a great hobby but it can be very frustrating as well. It's the toughest thing you have to encounter after a hard day of working at Taco Bell!"

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Stalker

Signing on to Facebook one night I realized that I had a stalker who had e-mailed me a message confessing his love for me. I decided to reply back and talk to him for a while.

The sad thing about him is that he is a terrible stalker. I'm the one that had to tape up my schedule on his door so he could follow me from class to class. I also gave him my cell number, room number, and hours that I am awake and told him to call anytime. I walk past his door constantly to see if it's open, and if it is I stand outside and listen to his conversations to see if he's talking about me. I generally make it a habit to walk past all of his classes to make sure he got there alright.

And for some odd reason that I cannot possibly figure out, I was arrested last night for waiting in his room, with a box of cheese knives, in the dark until he came back from class.



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