Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
The latest trend: “self-identifying” as…”
Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
The latest trend: “self-identifying” as…”
A lesbian trapped in a man’s body.
… a Tourette’s sufferer on a liberal website.
Censorship = oppression!
. . . Mad as Hell and not going to take it anymore!
…a plant and demand everybody water you.
(Salute to Colonel S. T. Potter, RA, MD.)
…offended person
…crybaby
…an ISIS operative
…a muslim refugee
…a lumberjack!
…everyday people…
…woman, hear me roar…
…hooked on a feeling…
..a rock, an island…
… a permanent no show to any Frank Luntz focus group.
… I am, I said, to no one there. The chair’s not listening either.
… Ich bin ein Parisian.
… both the eggman and the walrus (coocoocachew)
A man trapped in a man’s body #CallMeBruce
. . . a self-identifier
…Luke’s father
…Spartacus
…the law
@12 beat me to it.
a unique object or a unique class of objects, where the “object” or class may be an idea, physical [countable] object (or class thereof), or physical [noncountable] substance (or class thereof).
…Donald Trump’s hair.
…a stupid English pig dog
On a positive, non-humorous note:
…as a Conservative!
… Al Sharpton-Facebook.
…a mineral. https://youtu.be/QPH0s1htme8
. . . a white, cisgender male and then cashing in on all that sweet, sweet privilege. Ah, it’s good to be king.
…actually giving a damn.
… a Wookie (I’m looking at you Moochelle…).
– just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told.
– sitting in a railway station; got a ticket for my destination.
– a loser, a loser; and I’m not what I appear to be.
– singin’ in the rain.
(as I begin my Clockwork Orange / Occupy Wall Street tap-dance)
… a mouse:
The latest trend: “self-identifying” as…”
an Oscar Mayer Weiner…
I’m a man
I spell M-A-N, man…
the color blue.
a Methodist!
a [Shakes magic 8 ball]…
Death, the destroyer of worlds.
a Monkee, most likely Davy.
@25, not just blue but a super-intelligent shade of blue
Call me Deacon Blue…
I yam what I yam
A fully laden swallow
They call me Mr. Tibbs
….. beer swillin’, gun shootin’, dy-no-mite playin’ redneck hillbilly with a wicked sense of humor and all of my fingers and toes… (rare)