I put my root beer in a square cup. . . . Now it's just beer.
I'll second that "nope".
Learn how to throw down like original OG Martin Luther.
We despise your whorish impudence. . . . I must stop. I can no longer rummage in your blasphemous, hellish devil's filth and stench.
When hell freezes over I'll consider riding on it.
. . . riders will plummet 81 degrees at 95 mph toward the ground . . .
Wonderful piece by James Lileks. I laughed out loud.
This three-meals-a-day thing? It’s anti-science. So says Mother Jones magazine, touting a book by one Heather Carroll. For the Left, anti-science is a serious charge, because you might be a Denier. I once remarked that I wasn’t particularly worried about nuclear waste, because in a few decades we could probably bring it up to orbit in a space elevator and shoot it into the sun with a rail gun. A reasonable reply would be a discussion of the feasibility of space elevators, but my interlocutor looked at me as though I had suggested making the waste disappear by chanting Bible verses while shaking a dried gourd full of rattling pebbles.