“She was a sweet, old lady,” he said when I mentioned his grammar. He kills me. Really! Stab a knife through my heart. Throw me in a pot, and set me on the fire. I’m done.

Yep, that boyfriend of mine can say some whumpdingers. And he can say them all with the use of only one finger. My boyfriend’s grammar isn’t the best in the world, but it’s his, and it’s unique, and it ain’t gonna change for nobody.