Who’s your tailor? I’d like to meet him.
But - sad to say - your hair is not perfect.
Oh darn. There I go again mixing my metaphoric monsters.
Switch to a Tuxedo.
I like the cut of your jib. You’re hired!
Ping to something different.
As for Laz, it’s a different technique on the classic race card.
Vintage Laz.
Perhaps you should switch to slacks and a polo shirt? Something in a bright cheerful color that sets off your teeth.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon swamp light of hope to millions of Velociraptors who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity and end their voracious hunger.
But one hundred years later, the Velociraptor still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Velociraptor is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Velociraptor lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Velociraptor is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
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Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my fellow amphibians.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream...
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all preditors are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former reptiles and the eggs of former Velociraptor owners will be able to sit down together at the table of all species.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom, justice, and room for incisors and canine teeth alike.
I have a dream that my four little amphibians will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their scales but by the content of their character and their protein mix.
I have a dream today!
Your problem is that you don’t understand the system.
Fill in lesbian in all the blanks.
They have to hire you.
Have you tried wearing Air Jordans?
Thanks for my first lol of the day. You’re the gift that keeps on giving!
