Kind of a foregone conclusion. If they were aware of themselves, they couldn’t live with themselves. Hence, all living Republicans aren’t self-aware.

“I have a large seashell collection which I keep scattered on the beaches all over the world. Maybe you’ve seen it.”

For me, hunting deer is a multi-phase process:

People who cannot pass security checks should not have security clearances. The President is, arguably, an exception. His son-in-law is not.

I’ve always heard that “No can do” was pidgin from trade with China and ethnic Chinese elsewhere in the Far East. I’m not sure that a pidgin can be classified as “racist.” A pidgin is, per Wikipedia:

Fake news. I refute your Android-centric view of the universe. Far more people use Palm VII’s than Android and iOS devices combined. Also, mayonnaise improves electronic devices cellular connections; don’t listen to the fat cat telecom manufacturers who tell you otherwise!

But what about my Palm VII?! Get rid of blatant Apple/Android/Microsoft/Blackberry/Sidekick bias!

Ban ammunition.

Kind of a kamelkaze.

the Norwegian delegation was able to return the excess 13,500 eggs

You fool! You passed up an opportunity to be Captain Beefheart!

Her Majesty has formed her beloved corgis into an irregular cavalry unit. Clearly, Lieutenant Sparkles is on a long range reconnaissance mission.

I thought it was a new Old Spice commercial.

I know, right? I’m tired of hearing that Blue Jays aren’t blue, they just reflect blue light. I’m sure that’s correct, technically, but my dim memories of grade-school science classes say that is all that color is anyway.

Screw it. Just make a law saying that all districts in every state must be rectangular, except at a national border, state border or a Great Lake or an ocean. The benefits to voters of being grouped with others that have similar concerns are by far outweighed by the gross political manipulation that results in…

The 70's were a strange and exciting period for board war games.

You guys could stand to go take a sabbatical in fucking Iceland for the next three decades.

I was complaining to my wife about how convoluted Herman Melville’s writing was in Moby Dick, and chose a random sentence from the page that I was reading as an example: