Using proper grammar is like having sex with someone you love. To get the desired effect—and really make your readers squeal—you have to place the right words in the right places, finesse your commas in between the right clauses, and then interrobang the shit out of your sentences when you’re ready to climax.
A bad grammarian is like a bad lover. For me, reading a poorly punctuated or ungrammatical story is like taking my clothes off and being touched the wrong way. I want so badly to be moved, to be rocked from the inside out, only to be slapped in the face by a dangling modifier or bored to sleep by a run-on sentence.
