I was warned that kissing is a gateway drug to bingo. Perhaps!

I kissed her for 55 hours after we wed and now I am ready to eat and start doing it some more. Days will pass this way, our lips locked as time flies by.

18 bodies found in a badly done orgy. Officials are confused and so far nobody has been caught.

Can we see with our eyes and not with PR.

Can we forgive like civilized people?

It wasn't her, it was her amazing legs and abs.

Hate and violence new world order..

When we love to hate, then it's time for cake.

In the absence of humanity, we know the aliens are coming, they will destroy, destroy..

Once upon a time a war began..

Just what is going on!

Is this the kind of world order you really want?

Give them bad soup.

Math was used.

I am happy about science, but if this model of the universe is true, then products will be sold "backwards in time" and that will be absurd, but they got to cash in on this! Just send everything to your mom.

I remember when the parallel universe was proposed the researchers were actually shocked that time would go backwards. Not hubris being expressed. I liked how that happened. It was an uncomfortable finding.

What is the central issue? What matters the most? What inspires you to the point of taking action? What is your relationship with money? Who would you be if you could be anyone else? If you picked someone why did you not pick yourself?

The Hubble is not a wimp.

Now the Ukrainians seem to be fighting an Isreali war from long ago. Winning on the enemies tactics, on their terms, will not beat a Goliath.

The egg came first or the chicken is to time an equation.

We humans have a strange relationship with time, being able to look ahead into the future and plan for it, but the past before now determines much of that. Therefore a way of imagining a world of weirdness.

I have just a thought: The Russian War Machine. It is going to experience something soon.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!