“Your face is a .....” was my go to comeback for years.

All of which were rejected as “not giant . . . or even large.”

Read the Children’s Story by James Clavell! OMG! This book is such a great take on why the idea of teaching young kids to pledge allegiance to a flag with no concept of the meaning of the words is dumb.

Except for the part where the government can’t require us to do jack shit. God bless the First Amendment! Or not. You know, if you don’t want to believe in God.

But!

I was going to come here to say what so many other people have said: you don’t. But then, I thought I’d investigate.

All orders are interlocutory in nature, open to reconsideration or modification by the issuing judge.

This needs to be a recurring featurette.

Not for me it doesn’t.

My favorite is the boy with the golden screw in his belly button.

She was trying to obtain clarification, not even trying to be helpful. She was confused, because (as she pointed out) Brie Larson is the one who was claiming to be “woke.”

Debra Messing tweeted disastrously about her trip to Africa. It was . . . not good.

I haven’t seen it yet.

I’m not Muslim. (See my later comment about how bacon is my cross). My place, cooking bacon, may not be appropriate for my Muslim or Jewish brethren. For them, we have deep-fried chicken and turkey.

If he gets bitten by a were-mammary, would that make him a man-mary?

Calling Trump a boob or an ass seems very disrespectful to those parts of the human anatomy.

He who hunts mammaries must beware that he himself does not become a mammary?

To each their own.

Sherbet.

That’s right. Barefoot, naked, and cooking bacon! That’s my place.