I’ve asked so many people what LGBTQ stands for. So far no one has given me a straight answer.

Don’t be ashamed of who you are, that is your parent’s job.

Being sleepy all day is just part of who I am.

How do you know I’m not just a figment of your imagination?

I’m at that age where someone can call me the wrong name and I’m just like “whatever, I’ll be Dan for a minute”.

If Kanye got hacked, no one would even know.

I overthink, therefore I am.

I don’t even know who’s famous anymore.

Your pronouns are “side/chick”.

Welcome to my very loose interpretation of ‘functioning adult’.

I’m cosplaying as a functional adult again.

It’s just a matter of time until they add “syndrome” after my name.

Who you are when you’re stuck behind a slow driver is the real you.

I’m not like the other girls. I’m a 37 year old man.

It’s crazy I need a certificate to prove I was born when you can literally just look at me.

l identify as a Christmas tree. Lit on the outside, dead on the inside.

You can always tell when a man’s mustache is performative and not representative of his true spirit.

My Native American name would be Smokes Cigarettes.

According to this box of macaroni and cheese, I am an entire family.

Your pronouns should be get/help.

I identify as a weather forecast: Anything’s possible.

White, black, yellow, brown, Democrat, Republican, man, woman, straight, gay, transgender, Jew, Christian, Muslim, young and old — you will all taste the same to the zombies.

I’m delusional but self-aware, I call that Delaware.

Hello! I’m Britain’s greatest spy and my catchphrase is: I tell you my real surname, then my real forename, then my real surname again, in case you missed it.