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GUTCHUCKER wrote:Wat the fuck am I reading

I know

Roman wrote:Pour qu'est-ce que vous utilisez l'Internet?

is really bad French. It almost looks like <<Pourquoi utilisez-vous l'internet?>> if you wanted to phrase it in a strange nonsensical way. He or she* might also have meant <<Qu'est que vous utilisez l'internet pour?>>, it's kind of hard to tell.

*I'm no sexist

smiley_cow wrote:

Roman wrote:Pour qu'est-ce que vous utilisez l'Internet?

is really bad French. It almost looks like <<Pourquoi utilisez-vous l'internet?>> if you wanted to phrase it in a strange nonsensical way. He or she* might also have meant <<Qu'est que vous utilisez l'internet pour?>>, it's kind of hard to tell.

*I'm no sexist

He.

And "Qu'est que vous utilisez l'internet pour?" is definitely incorrect, seeing as French sentences cannot end on a preposition. Your first "correction" is one way of saying it, but why would I simplify it? It's French, not a workhorse language fabled for efficiency.

I was writing "Pour quoi est-ce que vous utilisez l'Internet?" with an added liaison at the beginning, because liaison is cool and underused.

Dumbass negro.

I'm going to take a shot in the dark here and say that French is not your first language.

Au contraire, mon ami. C'est un des premiers langages que j'ai appris. Troisième langue que j'ai, je crois.

No

Roman wrote:Pour qu'est-ce que vous utilisez l'Internet?

is definitely really bad French.

(hint: you never get a choice in French on what words you can contract and what ones you can't.)

Also <<pourquoi>> is one word.

Well it wasn't your "first", so I declare it a successful guess regardless.

My guesses are always successful. I'm just incredibly lucky.

Stop being trolled guys

But it hurts so good!

I'm not even reading his posts their so boring. I just read everyone elses reply.

I find it interesting!

No wait, the other thing; tedious.

Felstaff wrote:I find it interesting!

No wait, the other thing; tedious.

I like you, you remind me of me, when I'm actually being witty (the rare rare beast).

She keeps them in a little tin under her bed. It smells of Christmas and biscuits, and other things she’s too old to remember now.
Brittle fingers trap them inside with a relentless force, sealing them away, because she needs them.
It’s all she has; promises that stink of biscuits and Christmas.

Yay for sorting out files?

e:
Ahh this is horribly telling (i.e. it was blank but for one line):

My little list of hopes...

I was being darkly amused by the irony, but if you want to sad face it up, go right ahead.