Smuuthbrane

Closest I’ve read is Lord of the Flies.

No gills for me, sadly.

Fair. A boat anchored at a Pacific Island, while they exist.

Maybe I’ll dock at the Pacific garbage patch and distill my fuel from microplastics.

Depends, are we riding out the rise of fascism or riding out WWIII? Those are two highly different scenarios.

Either way, a Pacific island sounds nice.

Rapid vacillation between the two.

As opposed to the gluteal fissure, which is the ass crack.

Geez, no. No, no, a thousand times no.

I presume they cold press babies, but I could be wrong.

A mixture of Vaseline and baby oil, just enough to keep it liquified.

In other words, you are asking whether Trump will find a way, legally or otherwise, to invalidate the POTUS term limit?

I agree he’ll certainly try, but unless things turn really poorly over the next four years, I’d say his chances of doing so are really, infinitesimally low.

And I will further predict that the closer he gets to doing so, the higher the risk that he’ll be a further assassination target.

Want my mother’s maiden name and my favourite pet’s name too?