The only unique guy I know is Robert Paulson. And he has bitch tits.
Well, you’re not going to find another critter exactly like me. So from that standpoint I am in fact unique. Oh the other claw, nobody really gives a flying shit about my uniqueness. So I guess it’s thumbs down on the snowflake thing.
Hey, hey, HEY! I may not be a special snowflake, but I *am *cool. No matter how many times my daughter tells me I’m not, I am. And she knows it.
Like, none of the above? I saw a group that I fit into in that brief post-undergrad/pre-graduate time slice, but that’s about it.