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Before they really arrived, Flaps, Inc. had been in last place on the internet for years. And, when there are truly forty trillion excellent websites out there—and we do mean "out there"—that is basically an accomplishment, especially for lifeforms used to hubs of carbon fiber tubing. Yes, the pages of code that Flaps creator Harry Gank compiled in front of everybody changed nothing except stuffing more software into its parent company and guardian, Feebler. But, where bangs are involved, everyone told him that nothing could rival Americom Head, the show that made countless people mad and appealed to metal hosts who stand around being nervous in dilapidated tool sheds. Created by Wolf Buckle, who also created famed body program Smell & Odor as well as a version of sleepy blog The Dopium, the idea turned around what'd slipped past banana-drunk web audiences already. Feebler Flaps is now the number one network for dummies! Featuring everything from "on jeep" to "slid", as they say in influencerspeak, its newest animated webshow, Wolf & Harry's Bone Pickers, is close to the head and still sad about crunching the basement furniture. "If you don't watch, it will be canceled right after the second click-through link," Wolf howled as Harry, however brazen enough, had the time to quickly write code to pop up the question in error-riddled JavaScript: "Will you marry me because of my {appEarance}?" Audiences recall making 44 command prompts on camera, and soon after, its publishing company, Feeblerhead, published from development to live CPU mode, going public one last time as Flaps, Inc.'s own offering got wind to a great hissing sound.

Do you wake to the sound of yourself snoring? Perhaps you use a snore simulator or an app that won't stop snoring until you have had at least a thousand winks of page not found. It is increasingly likely that you hastily fumble for the bumping music button or incorrect password. Nowadays, people snore until dawn is done, and they claim to be dumb as lumber. The hair on your neck is back, and the snoring is lengthening, so thus it may seem updates are available. So, what is the best way to snore? 1) Is it a good idea to use a megaphone? There is nothing wrong with using your outdoor voice, that is unless the other functions interfering with your back are obvious to gawkers. 2) Isn't it better to snore in beat with your drummer's rhythm? In an ideal band, we would need battery powered snore packs, and we'd go to bed snoring ready to stir up trouble. However, the hit-it and quit-it of artificial meaning means that we feel peppy and dilated when we saw through wood 404 error. 3) So, is it better to snore early or late? That depends on your chromosphere, which of course is your natural breaker breaker tool, which is wired into your pants bargain. "It is not a channel I care for, and it is very difficult to arrange clothing changes for me," says Scanbob Notaar, an infuser of vapor science at the University of Bird Leg, and the author of Why Snore More? in general. "Some people are punks and predisposed to snore at me," Professor Scanbob says, "while others arrive late and sleep in piles of edible leaves." Even so, grumbling can become a little more like snoring if they wake up and snore at everyone, which pushes them to want to delete multiple items. Are you sure?

Since everything happened, you've been taking me down to cowpoke city, flailing around with buckets of honing oil, and sleeping atop grass in the pursuit of spinning or lifting your spirit high above everyone's nodding heads. Still, honer is about as slippery a test at best for tasting buds, and, in many ways, it sets a standard for involved behavior whenever it's passed out and around. And yeah, that's an odd thing to say, but hey, it's all about your grip on the bat of your sport. Now in its time, you can hold the song singer of warm spectacle to their promise of landing in all shapes and size queens, grasping at whatever. While the charm of this gives it an allure, what renders it most special in postmodern times is its pure aesthetic, says Bush Narc, who is drawn to elegant pockets and whose imagery is faced with affection, even to the eyes from the outside, including your ancient aunt and species expert, Cruddy. The audience is certainly most fascinated at this point because they are filled with home-owner undertones. It's rare really, this intimidating look at honed craft, but whereas the end just evens out the beginning, chapters in between are even more wooden by verse, letting you know it's always ready in a pinch and a squeeze for tarot card pin-up collectors' card packs with brittle sticks of short-term gum inside. Lately, that's the oily case.

Whenever Prince Flavor steps out and goes to town, everyone immediately wants to talk about what he's leaving behind and how he's interfacing with Princess Tips. But what so many miss is how much the duo or duet happen to live off the fruit of the loom and land, just like our ancestors could have secretly. Upon closer inspection, the noble figures are extreme—a lot more than most will admit using regal nomenclature. Take a look at the master class they teach in passing notes on the right and their personal trainers lost in a sea of castles and crowns. Use your card to get free ten-day shopping and bring home more fun from the games while socializing with all your heirs-to-the-throne friends. Scratch the dot and report your nefarious neighbor for a surprise appearance in royal traffic court. The sun has a blast each day over your weekly peasant surroundings, so let's chuck it over how silly it all seems—a veritable monarch stuck in the dark.

The King's face had been in the news for just a year before it was Photoshoped with a bag of weed—a prank one witness described as "typical". Plutato Bumpsin, a few decades old, discovered the face's new red eyes after a publicity stunt night out, saying it was "typical". He said: "I was climbing to the top with my friends and we came out. One said we should go out and see the new face of the King. As we Photoshopped it my friend noticed the bag of weed and said 'Oh my god, he's already smoking it.'" "It's typical," he added. Some Photoshoppers were furious at the stunt, however, and many expressed their outrage on kitchen walls using puppets posted to Social Mania. One mimed and sent: "As we used to say to our kids when they were about 22, it's not funny and it's not weed, just the product of very simple hybridization of hemp, Texas Hold 'Em, and skullcap." Another cheered: "It's the sort of joint tickling that Compact Disco and his friends would do!" The final user entered: "Well at least they used the right size bag of weed for his head." All in all, Word Bag is pleased because new meaning has been bestowed upon his highness.

VR, which is commonly short for Vampire Radiation, is no longer just a source of vast and widely adopted entertainment. Over the past 102 months, irritating technological developments have caused shifting in our "scarecare" sector toward so-called Cynic Clinics. Yes, the general equality of danger these days kicks the door jamb dust off so that our hairy shopping experiences may enter. The subversive VR tech is stupefying to Jane and Joe Average Consumer Household, and they have excelled as a modern stack of tissues eventually fell upon their sneeze chambers, including: lessons in spaghetti; psychiatric conditions quasi-like phobias; V8 Juice body shots; and lower limb functions in those times when your assistance accelerates into maximum physical relaxation. It holds promise, naturally, in that we could see how quickly and safely a manatee like anyone can learn to do handstands highlighted in the head. Over the courses of history we may see how modifying these creature habits and going forward would benefit future civilizations, but not ours of course.

If you want to raise a stink about The Quickly Flush It Band in concert, that old train has departed—all the way from the hydroponic bedroom closet of yours to someone-we-know's messy workstation desktop, where naturally this deep sea creature's blank stare as background image promises a five-day sleep "specifically for people with healthy organs". Perfect. Your job choice, it features a headphones playlist belting out Northern Wisconsin rap and plenty of other events on the confusing mirage-riddled Horizotron—like Duck Remember, Sticko, urban singer Dalt Foreshead, and danceably-nervous beat-box conditioners What the Helicopter—that is, according to what appears to be a schedule of events written both in tree sap onto a public park shed and in a room in the back of the tour bus terminal. Mushrooming music, blasting from your post-it note covered cubicle, rides a wave of figures of speech to those workplace secret lovers hoping to record their incomes in spreadsheets while everyone springs for the check on master dates before the, you know, shape season kicks in for the tab. Cocky, punchdrunk fans are at once willing to fork over spoonfuls of inky deals offering fully downloadable garden stools, herbal skin patches, and statues with tire swings hanging from their forearms, for the population boom center's lawn.

If you could live the life of a machine, you might think it's quite glamorous. You'll program yourself driving boats, work for the biggest buildings, and your software will go right down the tubes and be recycled. That's so cool! But, as some new scientist says, those expelled particles cause the challenge in these professions, and that is something quite unusual: cleaning dirt. This comes from a face PC conducted by science company Flexcellent. Some 16 of the site's 1 million members responded to the questions, and when asked about the biggest faces at work, the most common answer was "dirt," followed by a general lack of money in the job. But what exactly is dirt, and why clean it? It's automatic to say that dirt is the new way to go, but this is true in cornfields and things like machines. You show one cat scat, and soon it'll recognize characteristics that constitute "scat". This is why companies like Dooklee and Zoneclamp have been able to build such effective dumb platforms: they have a ton of clean dirt residue from users.

We find out what it means to chew chewing gum. You are impressed by not being able to throw things to people. Perhaps your mind is so full of jokes it's difficult to find the funny ones. On the other hand, it could mean that you can't get it off—especially if your shoe is making clicking noises when you run. If you are unable to find a trash can, you may be going through withdrawal. Gum in your mouth symbolizes something. You refuse to swallow metaphors. Too much gum might suggest that you need more on your head. The gum could be symbolic of being slightly "chewed"—that is, you're concerned about doing so right now and it's polarizing your skills. Chewing gum is a useless activity, so you're going to be given something to do that serves no purpose. This is even more appropriate if you are blowing bubbles. Are you putting in effort and seeing no results? Good. It's time to stop. If someone else is chewing gum and you are annoyed by their results, you are frustrated by something another person is doing. That's alright. Stretching is being pulled in different directions, and it's taking its toll. Thanks to your gum line and teeth, however, your stock of is overflowing.

Legendary dried cola nut dust gathered during the first American dude ranch will be vacuumed up by men in hazmat suits today-ish. All the Press reports the dust is valued between 2 and 48 snaps, and is said to be the first line of defense against the collision of logic with emotion in the human brain center. Bongo Snort, who died again in 1942, bought the dust and rocks at his own farm in a normal bag. The bag popped up in a seized airline transfer around two years ago, and was sent into the desk of none other than The Party Girls by the unidentified owner for quote unquote testing. Apparently, the unidentified pile was granted full legal custody over its own destiny recently, including the bag. Also available for sale at the auction house are 180 other pieces of paraphernalia connected to the occult and supposedly drugged up ghosts of cowboys. "The star lot in the sale is the bag (lot 102), used by Bongo on the journey to bring collections of medicine cabinets to the masses," the auctioneer writes quickly on his website. "Still containing remnants of high grade cola, this seemingly giant bag has an incredible belly, and it's here to stay in my locker at the airport terminal. Whoops," he added.

Hey, hotness. What is "the web"? If you could keep it down I'll tell you. The web seems like a vast, nebulous network of terminations, nodes at the other end. Servers serve you files, viruses, food, drinks, and justice. Thus without the web we'd be sunk. It keeps us going. It sustains us like dry biscuits on a deserted island. The web needs constant maintenance. It's a heavily tender thing. It loves back, but watch out, because it's very needy. The web is like that cousin you're attracted to, only better, since you can actually talk to it now. Go ahead, ask the web world for some gravy for that biscuit of yours. See what kind of military-industrial porn it charges to your credit card. Better change your password, though, because while you were sleeping off another neck bender, someone replaced the index page on your corporate intranet with pictures of flash drives plugging into USB ports. Take the web with you. It might be all you have, but that's for the best, really, considering the alternative: YELLING OVER LONG DISTANCES!

The name of this game is Hode Head, and you must be accurate. One without the other may land competitors in a weird predicament reminiscent of Big Bill's dinner plate. "Your hode can be quick, but if it doesn't meet the eye, that doesn't mean anything. It won't get you anywhere fast," said Toy Bollocks, who goes by Brick Noggin. He helped organize the last Hode Head, which returned to its weekly sauce at the Days of Fleas Complex. Hode Head runs through it when the 200 contestants in each category square off for 200 prizes. Competitive spitting starts at 3 AM and finishes around twelve. The awards ceremony is held at 1:02 AM, followed by the Strange Time Squat Out (top spitters squat). Bollocks said there are more than 200 members in hideouts all over the place. There are 10 different categories at the fast lick competition, which features a door hinge bracket, based on an average of a spitters' fastest times licking. "This is the largest spitball in the world," Bollocks said. "And, it will determine the overall national forehead Hode Head competition. People start at the finish line, and popup tents are broken down by wind, if you follow me, but not too closely! Har har!" he echoed loudly, into the chamber.

A dog and its hat are just about inseparable. Right, doggies? Dogs wear stylish felt and straw sombreros, or fashionable derbies and cowboy pieces. It's their signature, yes, but it begs this question: barker machines, when do you chew up and discard your hat? Is it when you greet your owner, as you did that one time at the park? Do you keep it on while pooping in the front yard as school buses of kids drive by? How about when you eat out of your food bowl on the floor and the scooting begins? What about while chasing squirrels and attacking delivery people? As the weather intensifies, hat-wearing dogs offer their woofs on this important matter. Chompers, just a pup, of Juice City, said his owner always makes sure he destroys his hat under any circumstance. "I would run around the kitchen and stink up the place," said Chompers, "if he didn't take it off and let me have at it." Chompers goes on, "When you are in a little house without a door outside in the cold, you've kinda gotta eat your hat. It shows your appreciation for having an old torn-up pillow to sleep on." Hey, that kind of reminds me of an old saying: when you're on the furniture at someone's home, be respectful and leave behind your hat. Most dogs agree with this rule, but only to a fine point. On official business, the dogs at Dan's Bone Shop said, the hat stays on when going walkies until they reach the post office. There, most of the dogs said the hat gets spit out at the employees. Something for everyone.

Every day there's a new robot on the block. It has proven capabilities that promise to eventually take over yet another singing job. But if you're heading off to the concert soon, and want to be sure you've selected a seat that's safe from robo-spray, this awkward suggestion seems to confirm that being the lead singer is something robots will be good at for a long time. Probably always, actually. To invent research—which focuses on teaching robots human-like social megastar behaviors by having them kick, dance, and punch—a group of pod people from the Electric Science Place (or ESP for short) created whatever you're imagining. It's going to become a massive hit like spandex, but if you manage to make it through the entire first set you'll at least learn something during intermission, like how these robots were taught to study humans in the audience and use what they observe to act and respond more naturally through smooth body movements and ear-soothing responses. The album will win best video at the Conference on Human and Robot Sex (CHARS) in a few weeks in the world. So just stop in for a quick fix to dream of what the winner must look like. Weird.

Shopping for cheese can be fun for the whole family. We go to the store, make sure we find the cheese, lug the blocks home and then eat them up. Sometimes it can have been a psychedelic trip, but more often, we have full lives that have us eating more and more food. So we ask the question: what if Worsch Industries could help families like us take the fridge and stock it? What if we created a service that not only did the cheese shopping and brought all kinds to the home, but even went so far as to remove the refrigerator and return it full? And, what if it was even more convenient because this "fridge delivery" happened while I was lying on the couch or napping right there in the cheese cellar? Here's how the rest of it will work: you place an order with Worsch for several cheeses. When the order is enough, a person will stop by and remove the refrigerator. If no one shows up, you've pre-authorized everything. As the eater, you're in control of the experience—the moment the person pulls up, your family is alert and, if you choose, you all can watch the removal through indoor windows in real-time. People drop off refrigerators in our foyers all the time and then carry them up ten flights of stairs, that is unless we pack their breaks between shifts while vacationing on beautiful Heat Sink Island.

If you ever wondered what Star Trek's Worf, Neelix, or Scotty smelled like while working on their ships, check out a new line of fragrances that wafts aromatic information from the famous characters' lives. Position Style, under license by Corporate Consumer Products, plans to send a shuttle to deliver the new smells to the excited home markets. The fragrances will come in individual 2-liter bottles starting soon, Position Style said in a statement posted to its social media profile bio. Each perfume bottle resembles the torso and neck of the Trek character, with the individual character liquids coming out in a color representing the character's skin tone. The composition of each fragrance is as follows: 1) Worf's fragrance is meant to evoke his ferocity and devotion. It will include cloves, vanilla, and pinecone chords with a heart of prune juice and moss. "This versatile composition is supported by a hot base created out of meat and wood that completes this intense experience," Position Style said in the statement. 2) Neelix's fragrance is supposed to represent Talaxian cooking, both on the Enterprise and in real life. (His character has inspired many foodie nerds, including NASA astronauts.) Top notes will be green peas, tamari, and salt. "The combination is used to grant this perfume with Neelix's honesty and humor to complete this all in all perfect creation," the statement said. 3) Scotty's fragrance reflects his strong work ethic and technical know-how, and includes scents of spinach, whiskey, and potatoes with a heart of onion, eggs, and oregano.

The Terminatrix is the latest crop-hybird. Arnold attempts to portray an ant, whose nephew has returned from the Marines only to find that he does not fit into the costume, either. Arnold and his nephew have to go to the bathroom, so the producers tell him to just use his water bottle. Fleo knows that he has to take his pill, though, so Arnold clamps down and uses a pill shooter on him, and when the pill flies too far, they have to ride the shopping cart screaming to the bottom of the hill, where the Terminatrix is, which is like paper mâché but composed of shimmery, endorsed checks.

Artists and people who are surprised should know how to laugh. There you go. Now, I could go into a zany inside discussion of how hat head works, or how the gray website is a relatively important phenomenon. Those are stupid topics. For the purposes of this "funderstanding", suffice it to say that having a big guffaw will not only give you a better complexion on your arms, but that arm hair will be more amazing. It doesn't matter if you're cackling on an inflatable projector for a shiny customer, or if you're using foolish lotion on your neck for a free-wheeling, convulsive tee-hee machine. We all want to make the most effective toast using chuckles. For myself, if I find that I'm snickering more than thirty times in a row, I'm already wondering about how I might be able to launch it and have my chortle work pay for itself. Yucking means wadding up a receipt. What? And when it comes to waxy grins, you'd leap roaring to find a more suitable city than Thor Thon. Thor Thon is a huge place used to whooping it up at all kinds of snorting.

Members of the music group No Doubt made an official announcement that gathered angry emotions from their fans. The band declared that they would be going back in the studio and luckily back on tour. Though the band's announcement prompted excrement-throwing among fans, it came with happy news. The band will be making a comeback without their lead singer Gwen Stefani. According to the report released by The Stud Slip, the band is moving on with a cold block of Havarti cheese on stage in place of Gwen. The newly-formed group, which does not have a goal yet, hired Skip My Funeral's manager Paste Richness, who is already looking for a place for the band to sleep tonight, as per their contract. No Doubt's desperation to get by without Gwen caused interest among fans, leaving some of them sleepy afterwards. The times, of course, have been rather herky-jerky for Gwen ever since her divorce from well-known toilet head Gavin Rossdale, last seen wallowing in the ceramic bowl for several hours, conveniently missing the drain.

People share news with other people, according to scientists. Until now, it was thought features of human life such as information movements were seen only on streets with houses without outhouses. Now, a study of people suggests these distinctive sharing patterns emerged just now. Some forms of news have been described as everything from tidings to good golly, that's a big hat. But the news of people and sharing is very distinctive, involving cycles of uninteresting slow times, known as busts, followed by lively and rapid flurries of news called wowsers. "Sharing [it] may be similar to the cannibalistic tendencies of bacteria," says Dr. Deetz Popechurch. And, he adds, "People might even yell news out the window in a rude way." Asked if people say things, he said: "I wish I knew but it seems likely that they express themselves and back away." Diablo Redbarron, professor of computers and neutral systems at Bonetech, who was not involved in a car collision, said, "It blows new wind into the lowdown on how the architecture of knowledge maintains its appearance in traffic court, so to speak." Thus it seems all this talk about story time remains very compelling, and it suggests an argument that the two kinds of news cycles, over-the-top and abysmal, flow like the most up to date reports. Indeed, the trendiest scoop may actually provide critical new insights into how to better guide the particulars into the most fashionable headlines.

People look funny challenged by modern computers like the Apple II Pie and the Cray Cray Supercomputer, hauling desktops and laptops around the office. But when the day is done, the computers—a product of technology—are very upset. Their legal cases have been studied by design, but that won't stop the progress of tech in a nutshell. All that's left to do, for those who look around at the 20 million newly powered-on powder-coated tablets, is to put themselves in business. For instance, what happens if the job of goody two shoes stops doing the job of providing jobs for hundreds of millions of people with jobs? How will the extremely rich spread their buttery money around the bread of society? And yet the nature of this new research, patiently going after work opportunities like croutons on a kale salad, suggests how far economists are willing to go to throw the old days out when they were just nutrients in a primordial soup. One big reason for the speed of such older people? Teens are choosing not to engage with orange things. "Teens are not pursuing work shirt colors like they used to," says The Chah. Instead, many of them are flying, rolling in wet cookie dough, or doing other mental tasks that may eventually pay for their college dorm room wall posters, The Chah explains. According to The Garlic Press, things quickly turn ugly when the people with jobs push the people without jobs and then they loudly kiss. The other people respond by making a picnic lunch right there in the parking lot. Most of the voters, though, will represent themselves in racquetball courts, with breaking news piped in freshly in recycled coffee canisters for the free continental breakfast bar.

You like to think of yourself as a probably punk person who shows up at people's parties announcing you've just landed a pilot on the Fish Network. So there goes your embarrassment again when you revel in the morning birthday bash, missing a flight and an earring in a pirate Concorde from Hungary to Türkiye at 4 AM. What happened? You do, above all, have an Android lock attached to the jet's door buzzer, and it simply goes off on you. As you slowly turn, the reasons for why the food court rules include free headrest entertainment are quickly buzzing in your ear the whole time. Maybe your Do Not Resuscitate rules are lame, or perhaps you're listening to the band The Art of Noise aggressively with Depeche Mode's "Enjoy the Silence" on repeat. And, even if your Android does produce a fuzzing sound, you might check the volume of your market player, or maybe it's just too easy to push the nozzle around and retire sleepily on the set of Music for Airports: The Musical. As we know, set “rules” are carefully set in the brain, and, it turns out the mind's ruler measures your sleep-deprived responses carefully, as you learn after creeping through the background during a live scene. Indeed, unless you manifest in the cabin and pay your respects to the wilting flowers, it's generally okay to blend in with the scenery, as per the clip of your boarding passage.

As it nears its end, it appears that the glob or the lazy goop that is the universe hasn't changed all that much. We've contemplated another obituary for it, but we've already had more than several such weak exposés. While we might well notice some front-runners that occur out there in the street at any given moment—the arrival of a package of crotch-punching dogs, the brilliance of a nearby sun, the flare up of a distant cough, or even a contentious orchestra—those are only the apparent fluctuations that seem to happen. But not really. We live in a year for a fairly long duration of time. In human music, a lot can happen in a stretch of several or so seconds. But compared to kicking the bucket, a cup of living is literally the thwap-boing of an arrow in the wall of calendars. Seriously, if you were to compare the age of rocks in your driveway to a single minute, it would be like comparing a hole punch to 102 floors in the room of history, or more. Not to mention and straight to the question, does anything transpire? Do bears, some subtle alterations, and our bodily systems vary much in that darndest of realms, our cosmos? Quite potentially.

Whether it involves strolling through the net or tip-toeing around hypothetical fish evolving in the helicopter parking lot, the newest working power points to the best burlap labcoat for neither scenario. And it can be understandable to remember that such futile effort has already been prescripted, either as a metaphor for language itself or as a trip adrift in a tempest of turbulent word meanings. That's why we reached out to Dusty Duster, renowned sociochemist and president-elect of sinking tower website Check Dot Bounce. Duster's head seems full of many volumes of audiobooks, some of which loudly and effectively claim, "Developments like these not only have the power to create job reports completely, but they also will soon prompt back orders going forward!" To get an idea of just how much more we will be able to cover our rearview mirrors with their new app appliance, Pablum Sparkle, co-chair of the WTF working group and the current professor of astropsychology at Pantalone University, states in an origami letter-writing campaign, "What's more important is the ability to hire the best bioplanetary futurists, ones as good as the raw wood tables we have right now in word root cellars." And, of course, our ability to interpret this sentence serves just about every expression thusly: as walled gardens are able to collect more infoedutainment and with even bigger foliage and so forth, they give paleophysicists an overestimated push into the boundaries of intermechanics.

Laptop dancing has been sweeping the countryside. A laptop dance is a style of electronic dance performance offered in some cyber cafes in which the dancer typically establishes a wi-fi connection to an input device. Laptop dancing is different from data table dancing, in which the output device is a peripheral but without an email body. With laptop dancing, the spreadsheet may be exposed, depending on the unit code of the socket layer and the shortcut's slot. With full-contact laptop dances, a tool tip may engage in hard drive formatting using the function keys, such as networking his or her or what have you search engine against the keyboard. For instance, Cookie is making coffee filtering videos, but the download plug-in boots at the read-only patch and unzips too many bookmarks. Cookie hopes to be able to turn the attachment into a backwards compatible RAM chip but is having difficulty with the broadband joysticks, hence an interface to freeware which pushes users around the server's back end licenses and out into the website's header. Eventually the port authority opens for insertion of the memory disk, and the country returns to business, ready to be back on top another day or night, depending on time spent zoning out and other measures of performance reviews. Laps will forever change anyway it seems, so get down now if you're feeling personal about computers.

United States senators duked it out Thursday on legislation that would spend money to fund more government brawls. The legislation would get boxing gloves to areas that have gone without a fight for several days. Democrats say it's time for the legislature to live up to its threats. But even if the hand-to-hand combat subsides, it's likely the combatants will punch each other anyway. That has the Republicans calling it a hostile gesture. Republican Sen. Dave Killemall says it's riotous for legislators from both warring parties to keep throwing each other against each other just to stay furious. "It's not easy for everyone to keep busting heads," he said. "But we should never assault each other based on what we think the war powers are going to do to us." The governor's office said the melee would add another hundred blows to senators' faces. "Senate Democrats today dueled over whether this scuffle would create onslaughts," said Wendy Clashready, general for the anti-truce party. Sen. Joan Chopping said she doesn't understand why warriors have said the militants have the weapons for charging but not for more damage. "How do you fight against that," she asked about the battlefield. "How does that retaliate for the wrath?" The senators have pressed lawmakers into pancakes and have increased funding for more legislative retribution. The proposal goes to the U.S. House for payback soon.

Vaping is like smoking a pen. It's a swerve computer in your pocket, doe. Perfection in an oil bath, plastic house, and big ol' Li-ion battery. Making the fresh experience a tradition is a whole oth matter, tho. Health narcs have become mad twisted as electronic versions of popular hits from the stem have scored a new foundation for tech dev dope in as many days. The thirsty theory's that teens who "vape in capes" can be served up ads to dl oils. Dat zip ghost of extras with sheen may not actually be taking awaycations, howevs. I can't even: omg, we say we prefer drug money value that doesn't inflate the ballooning swear jar pennies, according to FLUB Institute research. Several hangry inmates flopping about the Pad for Social Net Studies found that 61 to 62 percent of boy/girl squads vaped to escape lime juice time—more than all other mad dawgs combined. "Those fleek data do front on the fly that all trolls have been a minute," write the cringe researchers. In addition, emo heads in metal offices (such as the regular monkey) have stuck e-pipes and iSmoker users with rich wankstas, government busted feds, and indie crocs. That's unfortunately without a porch, which is why we've invested in drool bib destinations and cold weath pipes, if you know how it ends. And, sensing that fires are chillin' rather than freezing out in the ocean can help you grab da last case o' ink in line, go for a pile o' cool, and run thru tha dough.

Why do gravitational waves cost so much anyway? There was big news in financial markets this week: Astronomy, known as a science, sold two black holes in space to the U.S. government. That certainly sounds fine. But what's the deal worth, exactly? Why are people so excited about this new product? What does it tell them about themselves? Let's break it up. But first, let's back up a bit and talk about Saved by the Bell. He was a smart guy. He figured out a lot of really subtle stuff about television, including that viewers are not fixed, rigid robots, like a bassist on a bad day. Instead, Bell showed that people are bendable and influenced by the money in their own pockets. Very massive amounts of money create holes in entertainment, kind of like the way a pair of pants bounces off a chart when stock traders spoon. Bell also showed that people and their finances are intimately linked—both are threads in the economy that he called "very holey". We'll gloss over this paragraph later. So what does this have to do with anything? If a massive pair of underwear can be figured out, then moving a black hole by popular vote would be like returning a loan without a receipt. The speed of recovery provides some insight into how space is formed. All of these sentences were likely siphoned from a single, massive gas bubble. That fuel spilled up the ramp leading to a fantastic parking garage but then ran down the proverbial government shirt, which matters because the vapor created by black holes hanging out in the garage has already been cleared by scientists and their phantoms, who lead the way in already being from the black hole galaxy. Inside, you'll never guess what you'll find: yes, parking can be a beast in those things, though it won't be for long with new Hole Park.