Fat acceptance in the Roman Empire in days of you're . . . your . . . yore . . . ur . . .
Dammit, bloodorchid, spelling and grammar are as creative of enterprises as ART. Now I can't post anything because I'll be too neurotic that you're . . . your . . . ur . . . yore correcting me. UP YOURS* ** ***.
* UP YOU'RES.
** UP YORES.
*** UP URS.
I regularly listen in on the customer service team answering calls.
"I've reset your password to Hello9 with a capitol 'h'. Okay I can see where you typed your password, hello has two l's. Okay I can see where you typed your password, and hello does not have a 'w'. Yes, that's h-e-l-l-o and the number 9."
Whello, whow are you?
Now say cool whip.
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.