What are some metaphors you use to get around Facebook censors, when addressing how Trump should make his final exit from the stage (see, there's one already!)?
Some that I like are:
1. Long drop, sudden stop.
2. Hemp rope ride.
3. Air dancing.
4. Actuarial advancement/acceleration.
5. Needs to be fitted for a hemp necktie.
6. Needs to stand by a window in Russia.
Got any creative ways to express what we are all, in our souls, hoping to manifest in the universe?
Do I at all regret this post in any way, whatsoever?
Not in the ever-loving least, brother.
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