I don’t hate nothing and nobody, which was true until autocorrect came along.
Just a while ago I texted a friend and wished her belated Happy Birthday. I confessed to being a terrible friend, what was quickly adjusted and corrected to “I am a terrier.”
Seriously? Do dogs have phones and if so -because these days you just never know- can they type?
The logic behind autocorrect is lost on me -or perhaps there is none, to begin with, and that’s while it’s so frustrating.
I have customers who wanted to look at my Boobs oops Booths, I texted with a friend and we compared cocks, which were smothered in onions and gravy because we were actually talking about cooking.
I am living in an autocorrect nightmare. Good news, it seems I am not alone.
Homo hot lips! That’s hysterical!