The Grammar Police

I cannot write poetry. It’s not a skill I have. I’m more prone to be drawn to reading what’s written on the girl’s bathroom at juke joints. Of course, as this is a pseudo-family blog, we will leave some things to the imagination.

Although, recently I saw some rather filthy stuff filled with typos written on a wall at eye-level where a woman delicately sits to do her business (with a sharpie no less) and someone had cleverly responded beside it “Yikes, call the grammar police” which made me laugh.

Later on I found out that it was Badger who had done the bathroom editing because she couldn’t stands it no more (to misquote Popeye.)

And for some reason, that really made me guffaw.

Posted by newscoma on May 7th, 2007 and is filed under Groovy and Sexy, Tennessee, The Groovy Chicks From Work, When The Beer Runs Dry, The Coma Cries.

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  1. badbadivy says:
    May 7th, 2007 at 8:40 am

    I’ve been known to write a thing or two on bathroom walls. Most notably, someone wrote “Jesus saves” and I added “and takes half damage”. ;)

  2. rack9 says:
    May 7th, 2007 at 9:51 am

    HAHA…Guess who she wrote that to…. Wasn’t it on the door of our favorite evening establishment?

  3. saraclarkl says:
    May 7th, 2007 at 11:51 am

    I called a number left on a bathroom wall once. Does that count?

    I did not go back and add any verbs or adjectives to the review though.