I love grammar. The precise ordering of words, the carefully placed comma, the selection of just the right hanging participle; all work together to convey the simplest of ideas and the grandest of images. And if you get it wrong, all manner of strange and wonderful things can happen.
Take, for instance, the description of my trip in to town on Saturday:
I got my Valentine some chocolates and rat poison.
I mean, on Saturday I went to town to get rat poison and chocolates for my Valentine. I mean, not rat poison for her; for me. I mean, not for me, like, for my own use, but for me, like, to catch a critter. Who also likes chocolate. Like the kind I got for my Valentine. And bread. Who's living in my grill and eating out of the grease pan. Who's living in my grill? What was I talking about? And why do these chocolates taste funny?
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It's amazing we understand each other to any degree!
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