Those of you who read my blog, especially my comments on your site, know I can relate to this poem:
Owed to the Spell Checker
Eye halve a spelling checker.
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marcs four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write.
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite.
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
Eye am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew.
I Can't Believe How Much Restraint Was Shown During This Altercation* of a Veteran With PTSD and the other party... - ** I was going to use Chimpout but that's racist.* *From Clash Daily:* *This woman is a real piece of work!* *An outraged woman screams and causes a scene...
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