From Larry Horn —
Eliza Kennedy, I Take You, 2015 (p. 69):
[narrator has just been asked by wedding planner to choose one of six identical-looking swatches]
I look at her, then at Rose. “Ladies? To say that I do not give two shits about this vastly overestimates the value I place on shits.”
They puzzle that one out for a while. So do I. Those Bloody Marys must have been pretty strong.
Trollthumper, in the context of an online discussion of TV shows:
Yeah, and while I'm not one to uphold a show as "the documentary experience," having such inaccuracies can just leave this ringing sense of disconnect with those who know the language. And I know that sometimes, that's just me – I've gotten into fights with friends over blatant inaccuracies in media, because in their eyes, such things only matter to a few people – and I don't believe you need to give a fuck about EVERYTHING. But there does come a point where a viewer's "lack-of-fucks-ometer" is going to tick over the red line, and when it does, they'll start to wonder if the scriptwriter gave a fuck about ANYTHING.
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