A confashion.
Me: Missouri. I: What state are you in now? M: Apathy. I: That's not what I meant. M: I don't care.
How many libertarians does it take to screw in a light-bulb? None. The market will take care of it.
All dressed up, with no place to go.
Lettuce alone with no dressing.
A con-fession.
A: They heard that under seventeen weren't admitted!