Yes, but what’s the question?
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Elvis was Jesus-ified after death and tacky, roadside velvet Elvis art could be purchased and displayed to show your devotion to the King. Love of a musical icon is one thing. But, martyred fascists are not kitsch or cool. Either one will let you know what kind of a home you stepped into. Both would be in bad taste but one is so bad it’s good and the other is so bad, it’s baaaad. And not Michael Jackson bad.
Hunh! I really thought the bus would be a lot shorter.
Velvet Elvis? Cool. Velvet Cheeto? Not cool.
Make Abortion Generally Accessible From now on, start thanking anyone proudly portraying MAGA “Yes! Thank you for supporting Make Abortion Generally Accessible! God bless you!” Make them believe that’s what they’ve been promoting all along.
A fucking pencil!
Baby looked at you?
In with the Hedberg, too. Noice.
Person in headlights of a Jeep.
So, Nic Cage could steal him?
Have you ever listened to Zaireeka appropriately? I haven’t, but that must be a headache to line up correctly.
The “quirk”. Something that your character does that none of the others do. Addiction to hallucinogenic substances is an easy one. Of course the shadows crawl for me! Or, specifically artistic. Painting still lifes? They alway have flies because your muse is a rotting corpse that is just off canvas. Mismatched socks because your particular demon can’t follow you for some specific reason. Obsessive compulsive when opening doors to avoid walking into the wrong dimension, or letting something crossover. An object that you fidget with that keeps you invisible to the otherworld that you’re hyper-realistically aware of. Of course you’re a manic mess when it’s misplaced. And paranoid. Heirlooms. The whatever-it-is has been a part of your family for generations, and handed down from parent to child (oh! be the oldest or youngest, or only gender of your family). The responsibility falls to the eldest son, the curse is put upon the youngest child and that’s why your poor, tired mother had 17 children before you, or, the curse is dormant as long as a daughter is born each generation. I dunno, stuff like that?