So I’m just going to repeat it until someone laughs; I’m perfectly willing to John Turley this one through with brute force.
“I’ve been partying with the energy bloggers. They are very enthusiastic. If someone makes a suggestion, they jump. I can’t keep up.”
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Maybe if you add a “post-olive olive” subjunctive clause. . .
I’m getting irritated by olive this spying you do on my high school friends and me. We’re very exclusive, you know.
Ya wanna be an olive? You’d fit right in: engineering background, a head full of trivia.
Are you socially inept, by any chance? If not, don’t worry: no one’s perfect.
How can I be socially inept? I have a Facebook page and one friend. And everything. Besides, reading the writing on the wall is hardly spying. Even Valerie Plame could have done that! Wearing a wool suit in Miami when posing as a native? Well, that’s something Val never quite figured out.