I Can Dream
Dear Internet (yes, all of it),
I am hereby confiscating your exclamation marks, semicolons, ellipses, and makeshift interrobangs until you demonstrate some comprehension of the comma, the question mark, and (for the love of God) the period. Quotation marks and apostrophes might still be scary at this stage, so we'll tackle them later. Baby steps.
Remember that these punctuation marks are fiercely territorial. If you put Mr. Period and Mr. Question Mark next to each other, tragedy will strike. And Mr. Exclamation Mark should not be next to anyone right now, as you are forbidden to touch him. Here, let's make this simple: Whenever you employ one of the punctuation marks permitted you in the previous paragraph, pretend that it is a hot waffle iron. The next allowable punctuation mark you type represents your genitalia.
Denying you the Pandora's box of the number row,
Me
P.S. "LOL" is not punctuation.
P.P.S. "LOLOLOL" is not even an acronym.
I am hereby confiscating your exclamation marks, semicolons, ellipses, and makeshift interrobangs until you demonstrate some comprehension of the comma, the question mark, and (for the love of God) the period. Quotation marks and apostrophes might still be scary at this stage, so we'll tackle them later. Baby steps.
Remember that these punctuation marks are fiercely territorial. If you put Mr. Period and Mr. Question Mark next to each other, tragedy will strike. And Mr. Exclamation Mark should not be next to anyone right now, as you are forbidden to touch him. Here, let's make this simple: Whenever you employ one of the punctuation marks permitted you in the previous paragraph, pretend that it is a hot waffle iron. The next allowable punctuation mark you type represents your genitalia.
Denying you the Pandora's box of the number row,
Me
P.S. "LOL" is not punctuation.
P.P.S. "LOLOLOL" is not even an acronym.