Fourth. I know you don't care. I care. Every time I see it, my soul cringes, pees a little, and vomits a little bit into my spiritual mouth. Would it kill you to fix it? One letter?

I get it. It's a typo. I make one in every comment, probably. Thing is, I don't copy/paste those comments, so the visible life and impact of my typos is limited to that one conversation. This one... this gift keeps on giving. It's like the herpes.

You don't wanna give the herpes do you?