I can’t find it now, but there was a stand up comic talking about “gay married”.

I’m paraphrasing here, but she said “why do I have to be “gay married”? Why is it not just married? When I park my car I don’t gay park my car”

Apologies to OP of this joke, I just saw a clip and never knew your name but it lives in my head rent free.

I feel that way about some, but certainly not all. I can’t imagine only listening to a single track from say Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd.

Try whoms’t.

Tuckered out tangerine?

My dad used an expression: as fucked up as a soup sandwich. I think this is worse.

You have to use the mouse.

I don’t care which one we go with, but pick one and stick with it.

Narf!

I could get behind 24/7 Fox News like this.

I never thought the leopards would eat MY face!

No, the defendant doesn’t. This isn’t a trial jury, it’s the Fulton County Grand Jury. The GJ sits for an extended period (maybe a month, someone step in and correct me if I’m wrong) and listens to cases brought by the prosecutor. The GJ job is to decide if the prosecutor has enough of a case to indict. It seems in this case, she did.

Ancient people finding things like this washed up on the beach is how tales of sea monsters we born.