From Madame Speaker:
You mean like these assholes?


Ranked in order, from “of very limited appeal” to “you’ve got to be fucking kidding“. First, for men (all with the vocal function enabled):
And for the ladies:

Your suggestions in Comments.
From Reader Mark D in Comments yesterday (emphasis added):
“Problem is, the Left says they want to burn it all down, but they won’t like it if we actually start that bonfire.”
Preach it, Brother Mark.
When did the noun “gift” become a verb? “I gifted her a birthday present” sounds retarded, not to say redundant or even worse, pretentious.
It’s even made even worse by adding the superfluous preposition “with”. “I gifted her with a birthday present” sounds so stupidly convoluted and verbose, it could be Jesse Jackson speaking.
There’s a perfectly good word to describe the act of giving: it’s called “giving”. By definition, when one gives something to someone, it’s a fucking gift.
I know that I am somewhat guilty of turning a noun into a verb is that I call this same foul trend “verbing” — but of course I’m being ironic by turning the concept against itself.
Don’t get me started. Every time someone spouts that nonsense, I want to gift them with a kick in the groin.
Today we feature the “All Sex, All The Time“-type roundup, with commentary shorter than Jerrold Nadler’s dick. [sorry]

…ummm Wayne, dude: there’s this thing called a “vasectomy”…

…and given that he’s not rich, I think the newspaper owes us a tasteful pic of his erect phallus, so we can see just what this guy’s appeal is.

…and you were slut-shamed because you were a choirgirl, right?

…“sparent”? What’s that, Lassie? Hoofbeats?

…given that her pool of likely suitors will come entirely from fanbois inside NASCAR Nation, I’d say her prospects are even slimmer than she thinks.

…and when you’ve lost gayboi Graham Norton…

…not to mention a distinct shortage of willing penises.

…if she’s going to get all her lovers’ faces tattooed there, she’s going to need ElastaGirl arms.

…the main question being: did we really need to know this about the late?
And finally:

…hate to break it to you darlin’, but nobody cares why. Here’s the proof:

Much better than Gwinnie’s bony ass.