February 2
I like to think of myself as the Emeril of words. BAM! Hmm, that’s odd. Usually when I say that a giant neon exclamation point lights up. Great, it’s broken. And I’m having guests over tonight. Wonderful. Now how am I supposed to punctuate my stories? Who wants to hear about my keys being locked in the car and have it end without the exclamation mark emphasized? – Kiran