Bear In Maryland.
I’m not seeing the problem here.
Add a statue of Trump grabbing her by the… kitty cat and rename it to the Statue of Libertine.
I have a nagging suspicion the guy doesn’t really believe the earth is flat. He claims to be a recent convert to the flat earth “movement” and has attempted to launch himself before (with results about what you’d expect – he spent two weeks in a walker.)
Methinks he just wanted a funding source and decided, probably very correctly, that the flat earthers are really really gullible.
I have a long-standing belief that it is wrong to celebrate the death of any human being.
Charles Manson is dead and burning in Hell, hooray!
Nerdy pedantic point: in his secret identity of Norman Osborn, the Green Goblin is already fabulously wealthy.
I tried that when I went to bed early in the morning of November 9, 2016. Sill hasn’t worked.
“A dream to some… A NIGHTMARE TO OTHERS!” Merlin, from the movie Excalibur
Correction: where I say “cat” above, kindly substitute “feline overlord.”
(When we signed our lease this past summer, I told the rental agent that, based on who is in charge, we should just put her paw print on the paper.)
I’ve learned that the problem with saying “things can’t get any worse” is that something almost inevitably proves me terribly wrong.
Brighten your day, or, alternately, make you want to wash for a few hours.