first prize for the op and trolls , idiots of the year.
A little gripe about language
first prize for the op and trolls , idiots of the year.
How dare you call bisexuality 'trolling' you knuckle-dragging troglodyte. Don't you dare tell me you've never looked at another man and pondered the possibilities.
"When the children arrive have them put their coat in their locker."
Without a singular neuter pronoun it's not a fun sentence to write. At least it communicates the message, even if an awkward and verbose sentence would have met higher grammatical standards.
Easily fixed. Just get rid of "their locker(s)" and replace it with "away". Heehee, Ziryab will love that preposition coming at the end of the sentence.
Maybe I'm too much of a curmudgeon disabled by my mother's strict insistence that I learn to speak well.
I just watched a video that had exceptional content in what the master said, but that I found almost impossible to watch because of how he said it. There were two problems in the how:
1) pronouns
2) filler words
1) pronouns
Once, the master said "he or she", but through the rest of the video vacillated between "they" for any future opponent the viewer might face, and "he" for White in the game. White was a woman, indeed the Women's World Champion.
2) filler words
"Okay" at the end of many sentences and many similar expressions.
As I said, maybe I'm too much of curmudgeon. I wanted to take the young master, sit him down, and make him speak his own native language with some fluency. Alternately, I wanted to compel him to attend weekly meetings of Toastmasters until he never utters filler works again.
I know that I've lost the war concerning pronoun usage, at least regarding the plural for the singular. The master's use of "he" for a she, on the other hand, makes him a relic of the curmudgeons whom I battled when I was young, such as my English 301 (advanced composition) professor who called "he or she" an example of "trendy bovine waste". He did not say "bovine waste".
I challenge you to a grammar nazi battle!
I'm chess.com's #1 grammar nazi. 
Don't cry; eyes wide, look high in the sky to ask "Why can't I fly?" And take care to beware of the answer right there before you
take the dare, start from square one, raise your arms to the sun, get ready to leave everyone behind~
"Hush! The other, twined on codliverside, has been crying in his sleep, making sharpshape his inscissors on some first choice sweets fished out of the muck. A stake in our mead. What a teething wretch! How his book of craven images! Here are posthumious tears on his intimelle. And he has pipettishly bespilled himself from his foundingpen, as ill spent from inkinghorn." -James Joyce,'Finnegans Wake'
OP, your writing and grammar is horrendous. I am offended.
Welcome back. Have you reformed?

Hau can a life not bi real?
Bisexual life is totally real.