Ocra You describes yourself as nazi …
do you have any idea how it is to live as a legislatures in the region that is known to perform the worst discrimination compared to its own country that is known to perform the worst discriminatory compared to the other countries in its hole continent that is known for this particularly hard discrimination against legastenics?
Joey Ramone lived with OCD. He had wit. Where is the wit here?
Grammar Nazi = a Nazi from the Nation called Grammar which believes in DUDEN as the highest Authority in Universe.
Boot and Soupnazi = Saarländer (equivalent to irish boot’n’soup protestants) poor bastards sold their own and the souls of all coming generations for a pair of boots and a (flat) plate of soup.
LOL, I’m a journalist and a communicator, and to boot, I have three nationalities So yeah, I get it. But I come here to laugh and get answers to technical problems. I leave good grammar for other outlets. I’m sure I’ve made many mistakes here and elsewhere by not paying attention. Cheers!
@Vidar, it’s used as an alternative to being a stickler. Is it correct to use it? No. Is it used commonly? Yes. And sadly, many cultures around the world use offensive terms to other cultures. This is one of the many caveats of our global community.
I was driving down a lonely country road one day when I glanced in my rearview and noticed I was being overtaken by a chicken! The speedometer said I was making 40mph. She ran right past me and began to pull away. Not wanting to lose sight of her I got on the gas and at about 50 I started gaining. Just then she turned on a burst of speed, sprinted way out ahead of me, and made a sharp right turn up a driveway.
I braked hard and manged to make the same turn without skidding too much. I was faced with a short driveway leading to an old farm house. I was just able to catch a fleeting glimpse of the speedy chicken as she crossed a field to the left of the house. An old farmer was sitting on his front porch, whittling a stick. He didn’t seem to take any notice of me or the chicken.
“Did you see that chicken?” I called out. “She must have been doing 60!” “Yep” replied the farmer looking up from his whittling “I guess she was just feeling lazy.” Incredulous, I replied “you know about this?” “Sure!” called back the old guy “That’s my chicken.” “How…” I stammered “…can it run so fast?” “Well” he said, “That’s a 3-legged chicken. I ought to know cuz I breed them right here on the farm. Created the breed myself I did.” “Why would you do such a thing?” I asked with growing amazement. “Well—my favorite part of the chicken is the drumsticks. Plenty of folks feel that way, so I figured if I raise 3-legged chickens, I’ll make lots more money.” Struck nearly speechless by this bizarre story, I finally thought to ask “how do they taste?” To which he replied “I can’t say—I’ve never been able to catch one.”
A couple of young guys were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track when out of the bushes jumped the game warden.
Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods like a bat out of hell and hot on his heels came the game warden.
After about a half mile, the guy stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath and the game warden finally caught up to him.
“Let’s see yer fishin license, boy!” the warden gasped.
With that, the guy pulled out his wallet and gave the game warden a valid fishing license.
“Well, son,” said the Game Warden.
“You must be about as dumb as a box of rocks!
You don’t have to run from me if you have a valid license!” “Yes sir,” replied the young feller.
“But my friend back there, well, he don’t have one…”
A priest in a small village has a code word for infidelity, “falling down”. And so his flock come to him to confess to falling down.
The priest had to leave for two weeks and made plans to be replaced by a younger priest. But he never warned the new priest about the codes and the unique ethics of the village.
After the first week, the young priest is puzzled at the number of people falling down in this village.
Finally, the mayor also confesses to falling down. The young priest feels it’s his duty to tell the mayor: “Mayor, you have a serious problem in your village. People are falling down all the time. Say, just this morning your wife said she fell down five times yesterday!” The mayor stormed out…
I remember our small French village doctor telling us about handing over a thermometer to an English tourist who promptly put it under her tongue. He was taken aback and didn’t know how they check temperature under the tongue in England. And she didn’t know in France they check the temperature at the other end of the gastric tube. He told us that day he wondered at how many things that thermometer had seen!
So yeah, I get it. But I come here to laugh and get answers to technical problems. I leave good grammar for other outlets. I’m sure I’ve made many mistakes here and elsewhere by not paying attention. Cheers!
