The rover I posted about last night has found an anomaly. It found a stone where none should have been.
I think someone is playing tricks on it. The equivalent of the fake lotto ticket joke. But maybe, just maybe it is more sordid and it is some Martian who just wants one thing… To engage in sweet, sweet mathematics with it.
Well, nevermind. Take a look at what explosions of flavor look like.
Seems like a lot of money wasted in ruining perfectly beautiful spices.
Q: Why did the 9mph chicken cross the road?
A: To get hit by the 130mph Porsche.
Heard this one years ago and I think there is truth here.
“Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years.”
Everybody loves a pug. Or should.