*blue balls not included.
I swear if I hear one more on-air broadcaster use the phrase “an historic” event or achievement or whatever, I will cut out your fucking tongue. Say it with me: historic. Starts with an “H,” right? The “H” sound in said word receives an “a” at the front of it. For reference, the word “hour” has a silent “H,” which means he gets an “an.” I never heard the word “historic” pronounced “istoric.” And if you say it that way, well, you’re just an asshole.
Seriously broadcasters (especially you, Ramona Robinson — you have been guilty of this for years), let us all go back to our freshman year of communications school and pull out our AP books for guidance.
/end pet peeve.
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