Mussolini: I want a submarine, with a frickin flameflower mounted on it.
I’m glad I encountered one of the “weak” (and swift) ones today! Saw it in a field, and it stared at the car for a moment before running right across the road. 
My parents have often reminded me that I decided there were two types of deer when I was very young, good deer and bad deer. The bad deer were the ones that hit your car and the good ones didn’t. I came up with that when we hit a deer on the way home from my grandparents, though I don’t remember it at all.
Meh. Should have named it Burgers’n’Bortsch.
No more fossil fuel or nukes? In the future we will generate power with magic dust
[…] spooky physics is very much back in fashion.
Goodness. You could get a full-face hickey.
Waist high? Whatever is he worried abou… oh I see.
Well if it’s a couple of brothers, I see one telling the other to go to the end of the chute, then farting into it. But yes, I also get what the Doc is saying.
Not gonna lie, I have three brothers and we would totally have done this.
Or “how does one determine if a piece of clothing is too dirty to go down the chute”?
