Capitalists

Bathroom Stall Graffiti: Kill The
CAPITALISTS
Communists
capitalists
Why can’t we
make peace

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Painted

Colleague: I’m being painted with the pig brush.

Witch-King

Colleague: Did you hear the Witch-King of Angmar pledged his company’s swords to Imrahil if he would contest with Faramir for the throne?
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Admittedly, I’m associating names rather randomly, but still.
Me: Given how lost this leaves me, this is a strong candidate for the blog.

Agreement

Me: Since reading the hed for the news story, I have found myself wondering whether stripping naked in public automatically counts as an act of gender presentation in agreement with anatomical sex.

Impaler

Me: Don’t poke that guy. He might poke you back, and you don’t want to be poked by Vlad the Impaler.
Thirteen-Year-Old: It’s okay. He’s dead.
Me: Again, with this guy, being dead—that may not stop him from coming after you.

Fantasies

Me: Interestingly, a lot of the “Donald Trump” category at Archive of Our Own is not actually slashfic, but assassination fantasies.

Stuck

Me: Sixty million people voted for Trump. A few hundred per year can get their penises stuck in shop vacs.

Jewels

Me: I had a really bad dream last night. It was like Donald Trump was in The Silmarillion. Imagine if Trump were leading the armies in the War of the Jewels, instead of the sons of Fëanor. “We’re going to build a wall around Angband! And who’s going to pay for that wall? Morgoth!”

Stumbled

Me: Cthulhu for President: A mountain walked or stumbled.

Misbehavior

Me: Is Anthony Wiener‘s misbehavior actually the most brilliant viral marketing campaign of all time?