Me dino had to look up the month. It's this 'un.
Then I wondered if there's actually a Men's History Month. Yep, it's June. June? A lady who lives next door to me is named June.
Oh, that's wonderful! Even more wonderful is that me dino was born in March. My confusion about my now politically correct nonexistent manhood becomes less of a haze.
Ever "hear" me cry, "I am dino! Hear me ROAR!" Know where I got that from? Some old song that in part goes, "I am woman! Hear me ROAR!"
Oh, well, what the hell? Now there's no women or men either. There being no such thing as gender means we can be whatever gender we want.
My newly woke logic has nothing to do with crass confusion. It means being a member of the Democrat Party.
Excuse me while I go slip into something comfortable and maybe powder my nose. David Dino or Daisy Dino? Who cares?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24OT5...
Hey, this Ed Wood mess stars a has-been Dracula, who ain't even in the trailer!