. . . It’s guaranteed in the Constitution, right?
This didn’t qualify as a “Straight Line of the Day,” so I’m just going to post it here as a little Friday night fun. Relax in your armchair and share:
Please jot down five sentences from your stream of consciousness.
It’s not quite Haiku, but it’s easier because there are no rules (well, except for the one about not mentioning this post).
I’ll start:
Biden.
I really dislike the guy.
Always pawing women and young girls from behind.
Fake smile — fake sincerity.
What’s in the house for snacks?
I like muffins
Stinkin’ phone battery!
I want to play Kubb again
How did Barney become a deputy without any training?
Why can’t colleges license their logos for dart flights?
Bananas are yellow.
The cat is asleep on the couch.
It’s raining.
Dinner was okay, but I put too much salt in the marinara.
I thought a possum knocked something over on the porch, but it was the wind.
I aspire to lead your life!
Eight-day-old turkey is tight!
The spirit of Babel has possessed the Democrats.
I am , because I’m self-referential.
Killing movie theaters destroys the last economic signal Hollywood has.
“Is it Friday yet” has become meaningless.
“A cold winter night that was so deep”
I never understood that line in the song.
I also don’t understand how I sometimes misspell my name.
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