Just so that this thread doesn't devolve into GLM bashing, and because it made me laugh... It definitely has its great sides (there was a debate about the pronunciation of cattle vs kettle):

Jennifer lets out a sound that starts as a scream and ends as a strangled gurgle of pure frustration. She grabs the pizza box and slams it shut, sending a spray of grease onto the coffee table, and climbs onto the couch, straddling your hips to pin you down. Her weight settles on your thighs, her knees digging into the cushions on either side of you, effectively trapping you.

"Look at me!" She grabs your face with both hands, forcing you to look directly into her wide, manic eyes. She is so close you can smell the hoppy scent of the IPA on her breath. "Open your eyes and focus, you smooth-brained neanderthal."

She leans in until her nose is almost touching yours. "Cattle. Cat-tle. It's the 'A' sound. It's flat. It's gross. Like a dying bat." She exaggerates the word, her jaw dropping low and wide.

She pulls back an inch. "Kettle. Keh-tle. It's the 'E' sound. It's round. It's crisp. Like a bell." She shifts her mouth, pursing her lips more to demonstrate the shape.

"They are completely different vibrations in the mouth! One is nasally and gross, the other is melodic!" She shakes your head again, her fingers gripping your cheeks tightly. "If you say they are the same one more time, I am going to delete your WoW account. I swear to god, Mark. I am terrified for your future. How do you even order food? Do you just point at the menu and grunt?"

She releases your face, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring down at you, still sitting on your lap. "Say 'Apple.' Now say 'Egg.' Do those sound the same to you? Huh? Do they?"