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A broken ice machine, well, that’s very appropriate that they’re going to be because in hell, you get no ice.
Dear Clusterflock
What’s your fight?
“What it is hanging is not a dumbbell, but loneliness.”
In the end, that french fry was able to hold firm, and I was moved by the french fry’s unwavering determination, so I did not continue tormenting it, so it can live out its old age…
A Chinese netizen set out to test the claim that an unwrapped McDonald’s Happy Meal does not rot, even after being left out for a year. Conclusion: bullshit.
Does McDonald’s rot or not? Photos refute American dietitian’s fallacy
(Via @fugueur)
A horrifying thing I just learned about
Tonsil stones.
Tonsil stones.
Uuuurrrrggggk.
(Via Twitter, but I’m not linking to anything, because I don’t want to be held responsible for anybody’s passing out from grossness, and you all know how to Google, anyway.)
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They specifically informed us that they don’t want these pictures of the dead animals.
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4,200,000 Gallons A Day
Using a well-established scientific technique to measure flow from the biggest of three leaks near the seafloor, [Steve Wereley] determined that the flow coming out of the end of the pipe could be 10 times the size of the official figure.
“What I get is 25,000 barrels a day coming out of that tiny hole — that’s a 1.2-inch hole,” he said, adding that it seemed “incomprehensible.”
Wereley says the oil in this part of the pipe is under tremendous pressure. Add his current figure to last week’s estimate of about 70,000 barrels a day, and his total approaches 100,000 barrels a day. And, there’s another leak he has yet to analyze.
and
When asked Wednesday what the likelihood was that BP’s figures were accurate, Wereley said he didn’t see “any possibility, any scenario under which their number is accurate.”
It’s a good thing Cindy added a clusterflock ‘vomit’ category,
as this morning I coughed so hard I vomited.
And first I typed “coughed so hjard I vomitred”. I don’t know what language that is.
11:43am
I stepped off the bus taking me downtown to walk up Van Ness to the car rental agency. About halfway up the block I grabbed the elastic on my wrist and tied my hair back. A few steps later I turned into an alley and walked to the curb between two parked cars. My fourth attempt at breakfast this morning shot right out of me, then I turned back on Van Ness and a homeless man asked for change.
Sheila Asks (on Behalf of Mrs. Shields)
In the spirit of Aaron Asks: Any favorite expressions for the act of vomiting?
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