Is the seagull timing the celebration on its wristwatch?
Just declare that the officer was standing his ground. That should give the reich-wingers something to ponder.
It’s the Flying Fickle Finger of Fate! (currently earthbound)
mook (plural mooks)
(slang, US, chiefly Upper Midwest, Mid-Atlantic, and New England) A disagreeable or incompetent person. (colloquial, gaming) An anonymous foe that appears in large numbers and is readily dispatched by the hero.
Etymology 1Unknown. Perhaps a variant of moke (“donkey”) (British slang), first appearing in the US in the 1930s.
Alternately, it could be a corruption of the Italian and Neapolitan word mammalucco (“mamluk”). (one common translation -“fool”)
The foresight, not so much.
Well, this has been fun….
OK, I’ll be Mr. Pedantic today…for degrees of separation calculations, you are zero degrees of separation from yourself. Each additional connection (such as your father) counts as one degree of separation, so you need to add one more degree to each of your calculations. See the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon entry in Wikipedia.
So ends today’s lesson.
They’ve seen the light!
I took it to mean that this was the type of story that Eddie tells on Tuesdays there. The stories probably get more “interesting” as the week progresses.
Provincetown is on the far end of Cape Cod, which is in Massachusetts. You can drive from there to most places on the Maine coast in less than a day. And this guy’s story ran on most New England TV stations, as well as the national broadcasts, if I remember correctly.