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>>217032395You're*
>>217032395>Your lateits, "you are", ya fuckListen here. I’ve sat across negotiating tables, I’ve stared down management suits who thought they could slide a fast one past working people—but nothing makes my blood boil like watching folks butcher “you’re.”“You’re” means you are. Two words. Simple. Honest labor. You put them together, they punch in on time, they do the job, and they go home. But no—every day I see it scabbed over with “your,” like somebody crossed the picket line of basic English and called it progress.“Your wrong.”No, pal. You’re wrong. And not just wrong—you’re dragging the whole sentence down with you. That apostrophe isn’t decorative. It’s not a hat. It’s doing work. It’s holding “you” and “are” together like a solid contract, and you’re out here tearing it up like it doesn’t matter.And don’t get me started on people who say, “Language evolves.” Yeah, it does—but not because you were too lazy to learn the difference. That’s not evolution, that’s neglect.So here’s the deal: respect the contraction. Respect the apostrophe. Learn the difference between “you’re” and “your,” because if you can’t tell what you are from what you own, you’ve got bigger problems than grammar—and no amount of excuses is gonna renegotiate that.Now straighten it out. You’re embarrassing yourself.
My late what?
>>217032395I've started without you, I hope you don't mind.
>>217032395Tomorrow I can be on time but you'll be stupid forever.