I blew my entire mustache wax budget on paint and posterboard. I regret nothing!
“No, the march was working, we just needed more pink knit hats.”
“Look, I don’t care if you spell ‘fascist’ with an ‘h’, I’m just saying that misspelling it might be offensive to actual fascists.”
“Has anyone seen my onesie?”
“Maybe a good Twitter hashtag, like #NoTrump” “Can’t, it’s already being used by the Hoboken Bridge Club”
“We could buy the domain name” “Nope, NoTrump.com is owned by Trumpet Haters of America and they won’t sell.”
“A good spell will fix him. Just need some candles, some hemp twine, and an eagle feather. Thank goodness for Hobby Lobby coupons.”
“I’ve got it! Pink knit shoes! We’ll call them ‘pussyfoots‘”
“How about we suggest a common-sense proposal that increases individual freedom while reducing the size, funding, and power of the federal government?” [shouts of derision and sounds of physical violence]
“We can all hold our breath until all our demands are met!”
“I know! Let’s write our Congressmen and Senators!!!”
“What are you, a misogynist? That should be CongressPERSON, you Trump loving, racist homophobe! But NO! Then they’ve have to read our letters to know what’s in them. You KNOW they don’t read!”
“Well, our boycott of work hasn’t stopped him.”
“We will refuse to bathe!”
I never do.
“Just work with me on this, right?”
OK.