Monday, February 11, 2008

Well, DUH!

How grammatically correct are you? (Revised with answer key)

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!

Congratulations! If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be. You can smell a grammatical inaccuracy from fifty yards. Your speech is revered by the underlings, though some may blaspheme and call you a snob. They're just jealous. Go out there and change the world.
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I look great in a thong, too.

And I can blow smoke rings through my left eye, tame wild asses, and simulate fellatio on a summer squash without gagging.

Also, I have been known to disable weaponry of all kinds by sheer mental force.

Truly, I am special.


At 1:06 PM, Blogger Granny said...

Summer squash? If you say so.

I am a Grammar Goddess (although I admit I guessed on a couple).

At 2:24 PM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

Did I say summer squash? Apologies, Ann -- I meant to say French horn.

At 11:33 PM, Anonymous twoblueday said...

I are a Grammar God!

I didn't see my exact score, but it said I was worthy of worship, and everyone should send me candy.

At 8:10 AM, Blogger Alice said...

I am NOT taking that quiz. Grammar and Alice Collison are not friends. I like to make my own rules, and an English teacher I really liked once told me that that was ok, so yay! Me free, yay me!

But I'm special in other ways. I can harmonise with practically any tune, and open plastic bags with no trouble at all, and I can silence the majority of arsehole customers I get with just a look.

Now THAT takes talent.

Hi Lori. Miss me??

;-) xxx

At 9:43 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I got a chuckle out of alice's comment.

My Honey calls me "Mr. Packaging" because of my struggles to open the hateful packaging most products are encased in these days! Of course, she also calls me "Mr. Red Light" because, she says, I catch more traffic lights red than anyone else on earth.

At 10:03 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Valentine's Day.

At 8:27 PM, Blogger FUZZARELLY said...

Miss You!

Is your wrist watch working?

How's yer mum?

At 12:09 AM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

Hey Fuzzarelly, you fuzzy...relly type thing.

Thanks for asking about Mom -- she's not doing great at the moment. Is once AGAIN back in hospital. Saturday is her birthday.

The docs can't get her into remission, which is no surprise, really. Man, but she's a fighter, though. I'm awed by what she's endured, and what she still is willing to endure.

At 12:11 AM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

Alice! Of COURSE I missed you!

I see you're just as nutty as always. ;-) Me like nutty.

At 3:57 PM, Blogger FUZZARELLY said...

Really, can you wear a wrist watch? Can you take pictures with a metal body camera? Do you have a teenage daughter?

Sweetie says that you must have a great deal of electricity around you, a direct current of some kind. And it probably causes problems when you are under great emotional stress.

He wanted me to ask you.


At 9:31 AM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

Hey, Fuzz -- nope, no watch. Hate the things.

Besides, I can tell time without one. Seriously, I'm quite accurate.

I also can shoot laser beams from my eyeballs, but only after a few shots of Jose Cuervo. ;-)

I AM under an incredible amount of stress, though. I do notice odd things occur more often when shit hits the fan.


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