This is not me.
My motorcycle isn’t anything like that one.
This is not me.
My motorcycle isn’t anything like that one.
A talking head/dancing monkey type said the other day, in essence, that it’s not the person — it’s the gun.
Another talking head/dancing monkey type suggests — and the snark is strong with him — that it wasn’t that particular monkey, but was instead the microphone’s fault and calls for Microphone Control.
Heh… Waiting periods. Background checks. Training. We could even limit where microphones can be used!
If it saves just one life…
Who thought it was a good idea to store all that stuff somewhere other than safe and secure?