What a difference a comma makes.

[NorCal]

I’ve given up drinking until Christmas.

I’ve given up, drinking until Christmas.

 

[Gilmango]

Reminds me of this classic:

 

[winemanden]

Another one

 

[sour_grapes]

And there is always this one:


Dear John,
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart. I can be forever happy–will you let me be yours?
Jane

versus:

Dear John:
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior! You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn! For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we’re apart, I can be happy. Will you let me be?
Yours,
Jane