I'm not sure I understand your question. The blank was created for these situations.

This isn't about transgender. This is about ambiquity that presents itself at birth.

And when the baby has both? Or neither? Or the chromosomes of one and the equipment of another?

I don't compare them to Nazi Germany. I compare them to Apartheid South Africa. The distinction is thin, but still present.

This is what I would look like if I tried to eat a cello.

Jack of all trades, master of none.

That's the kind of can do spirit that makes this world great.

Feet are used for locomotion, but hey life's rich pageant.

I don't judge and I understand it's very common, but I totally do not understand the feet thing.

Put a snorkel on the intake, bolt a shovel to the roof rack and add a light bar that could light up the night and the Everest would be the perfect vehicle for me to go to Starbucks with.

If you break it, you can make another.

I want to find a rebuildable Cosworth Vega, stiffen the chassis, place the drivetrain out of a Caterham Se7en in it and make it better than it ever could have been.

I no longer go to the movie theater. Why would I go to the mosquito filled movie theater.

I love the Vega Cossie! It is the greastest example of 'Sprinkles On Shit.... Still Shit.'

"My trail. Baaaaack off."

The Chevy Texas is the size of an Isetta. Don't ask about the Alaska.

Small trucks sold (and sold well) in this country for decades. Then their size keep creeping up until they offered less than desireable gas mileage and people who wanted a truck no longer had a reason to not buy a fullsize.

Chevy Montana. South and Central America. It is called Tornado in Mexico.

Call me when you bring your new washing machine home in that civic. Or loose mulch.

Sipping fuel and hauling shit does not require good looks.