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It seems to me that English has the same problems as French.

More and more people loose their spelling because they're lazy and refuse to exert themselves.

I once saw the French word "orthographe" ("spelling" in English) spelled "ortograf". the writer was a French student in French literature.

Not so funny...

My 3rd grade son is learning the its, it's, your, you're rules this week. He mostly gets them. This is 3rd grade stuff.

An awful lot of people must have skipped 3rd grade. :haha:

Do you have a graphic dealing with to/too (or even two?)

http://cellar.org/attachment.php?att...1&d=1287972047

"You're more retarded than a dog with Downs" is very funny. Unfortunately, it's also incorrect. "Down Syndrome" or "Down's syndrome", according to wiki.

When our civilization is sifted for relics by archaeologists of the 57th century, I'm convinced one of the great mysteries of our language will be the word "fuck," which will defy interpretation due to its use in so many different contexts.

All Women Are Angels
 

In case you didn't know
All women are angels
And when someone breaks our wings....
We simply continue to fly....



On a broomstick....


We are flexible like that. ;)

No, the author of that stopped there, but if you want to write it, I can set the fancy type.

An old gnu was in a zoo.
A new gnu came.
The old gnu asked the new gnu the news.
But the new gnu knew no news.

A bit tricky for pronounciation...

I will. It might take a while, but I shall meet your challenge and wait anxiously for the graphics. :)

Paddy is passing by Dan’s barn one day when through a gap in the door he sees Donald doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of an old red Massey Ferguson.

Buttocks clenched he performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off first the right rubber boot, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move lets his suspenders fall down from his shoulders to dangle by his hips over his corduroy trousers.

Grabbing both sides of his checkered shirt he rips it apart to reveal his tea stained vest underneath and with a final flourish he hurls his flat cap on to a pile of hay.

‘What on earth are you doing Dan’, says Paddy.

‘Jayzuz Paddy, ye frightened the livin’ shit out of me’ says an obviously embarrassed Donald.

‘Me and the missus been having some trouble lately in the bedroom department, and the Therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor.’