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Because the news you can use is too depressing.
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Proof positive it’s always the last place you look.
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Yet another reason I won’t be hiking Everest.
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Admit it, you’re more than a little envious.
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I’m guessing that’s not what’s supposed to happen.. but with Tesla it’s hard to know.
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I didn’t read the article, but something tells me it won’t be good.
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In which we discuss gas.
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Admit it, you’ve known people who could power your stove, no problem.
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Correct me if I’m wrong, but the rectum is not a place from which one wishes to launch a torpedo.
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Vancouver, Washington? Take a bow. You were once the prune capitol of the world! And though I found that photo of the Prunarians, it was rather boring…. So I’m including this one instead.
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If ever a face screamed Queen of Prunes? It was Miss Pierce’s.
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It’s good to know NASA doesn’t just spend billions on rockets and shuttles. A fart proof space suit? That’s surely worth its weight in gold.
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I stumbled across something the other day and I’m afraid I have to share.
Who knows, some of you may thank me.
Yes.
There is a website where you can actually order a fart.
In a jar.
And while I fully support small businesses and entrepreneurs, I have to wonder….why?
Why do we need a variety of jarred farts?
It’s not the first thing I think of when I ask myself, “What do I get the man who has everything?” …. but maybe someone does.
You have to admit the ad campaign is catchy.
“Make a start and choose your fart.”
Who knows?
Maybe it’s the gift your significant other has always wanted…. but was afraid to ask for.
And if that’s the case?
Christmas shopping just got a little easier this year.
Remember…
You saw it here first.
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