In dictatorships they have ‘hang up’ comedians, in case they’re just not funny.
I bought this six-shooter the other day, to play Russian roulette, but it only gave me five shots.
Why does a printer clean its head when you want to print? Why doesn’t it do so the moment you switch it on, so it’s, you know, ready to print?
As a general rule of thumb, don’t jerk anything around in the cockpit, no matter what you have in your hands …
“Hold your head up!” I was told, but couldn’t help but wonder why nature had given me free reign over such an important part of my body. Or was it that the 87% of our brain that we don’t use, refuses to think beyond what it thinks it doesn’t know?
What is the engine or energy behind black light?
Counting the sperm, you say?
Keeping an eye on the little swimmers?
In the ocean?