Sir or ma’am, I’m going to need you to stop peaking into my windows.

Search “sweater dress”.

FUCKING FINALLY SOMEONE GOT IT!

I am.

Brazil is a movie.

Horrific.

Ha! Also, American.

That’s a no for me.

Leggings are her compromise.

We all had that thought.

That’s a negative Ghost Rider.

I’m a big fan of pants though.

Why do I find that so sardonically hilarious?

Yes.

With enough alcohol I could be convinced to wear a kilt for about 5 minutes. Short of that I will literally fight you over wearing a skirt. Attribute whatever you like to that, but I will not wear a skirt. Now, I have Donald Ducked it in front of her and the only thing I got was a hungry stare and a “Mmmm”.

Thank software engineers for that.

Well, now I should take this meme down. You’ve given me a counterpoint so complete I have no retort. I will now go grab my towel.

This was just meant to be something funny to make people chuckle and then continue on with their day. I find my meaning in being an existential jester. To laugh at everything. May I be from joy or mockery or grim determination. So much so that I’ve told my wife that if she feels the need to give me a memorial plaque after my death it can only have one of two quotes on it. The first is attributed to Shakespeare’s Marc Anthony: “Have I played the part well? Then applaud, as I exit.” Or from Darkest Dungeon: “He will be laughing still, in the end.”

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Fellow inside kid I see.