Anyway, this week in a new series I'd like to call Americans Trying Too Hard, "Tycho" from Penny Arcade once again rapes the English language -
"...I can't actually enunciate a clear onus that would culminate in your purchase..."
Mate, seriously, you can't expect to "enunciate" anything clearly with your head so firmly entrenched between your own buttocks. In all honesty, I don't think I've ever read beyond the first paragraph of a Penny Arcade article without feeling my brain start to trickle from my ears and nose.
SPEAK ENGRISH.
Don't get me wrong; I love Americans. They're awesome. But my GOD, when they start to think that their grasp on the English language is anything other than tenuous...the pain of it. It's like when a friend gets all intellectual down the pub, finds a fancy word like...like "dichotomy", and tries to crowbar it into every sentence. It's the very zenith of facepalmery.
Urgh, now I'm doing it. Who the fuck says "zenith"?
You know, I think there was a character in Unreal Tournament called "Zenith". Can you imagine what a twat he'd be in conversation?
"My name is Zenith. Because I am."
"You am what?"
"The Zenith."
"Is your head pointy or something?"
- Brax
