Keep an eye on England.

My idea is that there is always a strong pull to go back in time. If time goes in two directions than it is logical. Pushing forwards is in some ways not natural.

She spent an entire year in order to make her nose iconic.

When hands get lazy and broken smart phones will fit to the head and operate by eye commands.

Just to be on the safe side, I am going to start my end times.

Since that 100 days, the world is less cold and blue.

Bing to be ran around by ducks seeking soup.

At least once a week someone has shouted genocide and that could be the wolf.

I want to give the democrats their own goldfish and then attach a megaphone to their mouths, and I don't know why?

Years ago this wasn't a problem, but today the libs cause butt cramps and fleas.

What is that look we always see on Ursulas face?

They had strong feeling and the felt many things.

Never take a fart blaster demon to a fancy dinner party.

Bill Hole is dying to get a Skull Cap, please help him!

Never try Vincent Van Gogh Soup.

Making news out of nothing at all and making love out of hot hot bodies makes sense as summer approaches!

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!