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| Look out! There's a grammar virus that needs cured! | |
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| Steve, can you help me for a minute? My jar of pickles needs opened. | |
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| Oh, the horror! I'm having flashbacks to my childhood... for the love of God, someone please make it stop! | |
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| Damn it, people! Conflating gerunds with the past participle makes the baby Jesus poop himself! | |
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| Sweetie, if he's the baby Jesus, isn't he probably already pooping himself? | |
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