The MAGAzines. Lots of people don't know this but they first named themselves the Neo-Übermenschen. But they had to drop the name because the third keyboardists girlfriend kept calling them the Neo-Übers and it made them feel like automobiles for hire.
shouldering past these dweebs while they all mutter "um" "h- hey, hey stop" "excuse...." and then just watch literally anybody walk up the stairs past them
I wanted to make the title "Who are they? Wrong answers only." but I stared a thread on that theme less than an hour ago. Then I decided I could post it tomorrow but then I realized that would never work. By then it will have been totally joked out because it will have been posted at least three times.
We're waitin' for our girlies to show up so we can cruise to the Cracker Barrel for our group date. Yeah - that's right - Cracker Barrel. Skews very white - just like us.
"No. I checked three times already. We gotta go with Steve."
All others in the group groan. "Fuck," somebody (maybe Mike?) quietly says.
"Yeah, I know. He's not your favorite guy. But he's almost one of us. And if not him - who?"
Resigned sighing.
The leader makes an executive decision "Steve it is then." He tries to sound like a tv narrator for a crime show. "We are complete. He's the final member of the Nick Fuentes' Security Unit."
I feel like white shirt and glasses is pulling for him
"C'mon guys, I know he fucked up getting snacks at the gas station but he's a good dude. Trust me, when some antifa asshole gets up in our faces you'll see what's up"