It’s nice to know that, forty-mumble years into being a word-using human, I can still string together a few of them in a manner novel enough to make myself giggle, such as my recent suggestion that a couple of notably terrible people could “be torn apart by the smallest, angriest, most inept carnivores on the planet, jerking off with a fistful of bullet ants the entire time.“
Astonishingly, I wasn’t referring to a prominent political candidate.
