Who are the Joneses?
Are my neighbors the Joneses? My co-workers? My friends? My family?
Why do I need to keep up with them?
Who am I trying to impress?
My family probably doesn't care. My daughter's hamster, Jackson, doesn't mind that the Jones family may or may not be doing better than the Pugh family. Or does he? Hamsters are conniving little fuckers.
So why does all of this matter? Allow me to explain:
Plural for Jones isn't Joneses, it's Jonesii. Whoever came up with this stupid little catch phrase is a certified moran.
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