Trump… Trump… The name sounds familiar. Isn’t he the guy who keeps posting unhinged rants on social media in which he calls pretty much anyone he doesn’t like childish names?
Duh-huh, and there’s a whooooooole lot more “exceptions” when you start looking at the MAGA rank and file. There was the trump supporter who wore a gold lamé diaper in support of Trump, the lady who came to her town council meeting dressed as a colonial town crier and declared she refused to wear masks because she wasn’t a s*x worker,…
Back when I worked in food production, I had a coworker who happily used handkerchiefs to blow his nose. What he didn’t use was a sink to wash his hands afterwords unless I caught him and made him do so.
Years back, I had bought my mom a DVD/VCR combo for Christmas. She went to her company Christmas party the night I bought it and ended up winning one at the party. I gave it to her anyway just because and she ended up loaning it to one of her friends. After a while, I asked her why she didn’t just give it to her friend instead of considering it a loan. She responded that she couldn’t do that because it was a gift from me. I can be a much of a sentimental sucker as the next person, but that one boggled me.
Wake up and smell the coffee crystals, baby!