Sometimes I think you purposely misconstrue, just so you’ll have something to talk about.
In addition to being untrue, that is unkind. Just answer me this, then: how many wheels does a unicycle have?
One. That’s easy to remember because it’s the same number as you have of parents.
There is a dude out there somewhere who is responsible for half of my genetic blueprint, and as such, half of my parentage. Just because my mother knew him by anonymized number instead of name is no reason to slight her.
Okay, fine. Then it’s the same number as you have of testicles.
Again, just because it’s undescended doesn’t mean it’s not there. I think you’re scared of my questions.
No. I’m just bored by them.
How many horns does a unicorn have?
One. Which is more than you have of navels.
I hope someday, if you ever have to have an emergency spleenectomy, that the resident who slices you open has been awake for seventy-two hours and does a complete hatchet job on you. That’s like a termination of connection with my mom. We were attached via my navel for seven and a half months, and now it’s gone. And you’re a double-dick for bringing that up.
Fine. Noted.
But so doesn’t omnisex make more sense?
Like, sex with everyone?
No, that’s your job. I’m saying that the vast majority of toilet facilities in the United States, if not the world, are uni-sex. For one sex. And omnisex restrooms would mean for all sexes. Not just male and female, but all sexes. The whole spectrum of gender identification. So better yet, omni-gender toilet facility.
I’ll agree with you because it amuses me to do so. But that doesn’t make it a tautology. That’s not what a tautology is.
Now you’re just arguing semantics.
