Nice People and Bags of Hate

I have one of those faces.

It stretches and moves and sometimes lets everyone know exactly what I’m thinking.

But sometimes it makes people think I’m upset when I’m just thinking about tacos. Tacos do not make me upset.

My face does stuff is what I’m saying, although it’d be super if folks mixed things up and focused on my cankles.

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The Equal Rights Amendment Does Her First Open Mic Night

How’s everyone doing tonight? It’s great to be here at The Chuckle Patch, D.C.’s second funniest place after Kevin McCarthy’s leadership training sessions.

I’m the Equal Rights Amendment. Maybe you’ve heard of me — I used to be splashed across magazine covers and the chests of empowered, braless women across the country. I was the life of both parties. I couldn’t walk down a congressional aisle without someone trying to ratify me, if you know what I mean.

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