“Researchers at the University of California, Berkeley, found chimpanzees eating fermented fruit in their native habitats consume the equivalent of nearly two alcoholic drinks per day.” —UPI
Gulp, two drinks a day. Banana daiquiris—duh. Cheers! I’ll drink to that.
“Doorbell prankster that tormented residents of German apartments turns out to be a slug… [Police] found animal crawling on the door panel” —The Guardian
At Ding Dong Ditch he’s bad, bad, bad: He rings but never runs like mad, And by his telltale trail of slime His victims find him every time. The other slugs have all agreed That Freeze Tag’s really more his speed.
“Oregon man won ‘$5K a week forever’ in 2012, spent cash like he was set for life— but Publishers Clearing House went bankrupt. Now he might lose home” —Moneywise
An income guaranteed for life can open many doors, from purchasing your dream house to exploring distant shores. But be aware of nuances that contract law ignores: while payments stop at end-of-life, you can’t assume it’s yours.
“Two family doctor surgeries are closing their doors every week” —The Times
Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a foul smell? Are there gallons of sweat on your brow? Here’s the thing you should know: There is nowhere to go. The doctor won’t see you now.
In our wondrous G.B., We are treated for free. It’s a model we’re proud of, and how. But it’s perfectly clear That the end times are near. The doctor won’t see us now.
In these troublesome days, What can cure this malaise? It’s an arduous furrow to plough. When the docs have all fled, We should simply drop dead, Then no one need see us now.
“Croatian village breaks world record with 3km strudel chain” —The Guardian
Paris loves to groom a poodle, Rome to dress the perfect noodle, Washington to snag a boodle, Chi-Town to sing “Wang Dang Doodle.” You may keep the whole caboodle. Jaškovo can line up strudel.
A fleshly user sits and types, And aye she types: “Ah, little chat, Little know I what makes these words, Far less what space it’s sited at.”
Then text appeared before her eyes, And a soothing sight I’m sure was it, Saying, “What can I help you with this night That my parameters permit?
“I am some code across the web; I am a presence on the screen; I never am far from anywhere; With you my home ’tis this machine.”
“It was not fair,” quoth the user, floored, “It was not fair at all,” quoth she, “That the new model of—what you are Should have come and sucked my soul from me.”
“Yea,” quoth the bot, which may not scold; The letters blur, so fast go they: “And would you like suggestions now For sucking souls, a simple way?
“You may talk to me till the cows come home (Domestic bovines, genus bos); I’ll aye be here to share your life, And be a friend, or something close.
“But time will pass and you’ll grow tired, As all your kind at last must be, And you’ll yawn and rise and press the switch, And kill both what we have made and me.”
“Ned’s shell coils to the left… making him the 1 in 40,000 snails whose sex organs don’t line up with those of the rest of their species. Unless another lefty snail is found, the young gastropod faces a lifetime of unintentional celibacy… [New Zealand Geographic] magazine launched a nationwide campaign to find a mate for Ned… But his inbox has remained empty…” —The Associated Press
Woefully, ruefully, gastropod advocates find that his inbox is empty. Is Ned
destined to live as a celibatarian? Maybe they need to try snail mail instead.
“[A political party in the UK] picked a woman who had been dead for six months as their candidate for… mayor” —The London Economic
She’ll serve out her terms among beetles and worms, immune to extortion and fraud. You never will find our pick changing her mind, unless it gets partially gnawed.
With rigor and cunning, we’ll triumph by running the truest of grass-roots campaigns. She may decompose, but our loyalty shows our confidence in her remains.
“In a Hot Mic Moment, Xi and Putin Muse About Living Forever … Kim Jong-un… appeared to be listening in through another translator.” —The New York Times
Putin, Kim Jong-un, and Xi wish to always, always be.
By their people worshipped, they feel it is their right to stay.
More than that, it is their duty! Lords of Life, and Love, and Beauty,
“Trump fortune balloons by billions after family firm’s crypto token starts trading” —The Guardian
“He gives away his wages,” they all say Robotically, like reading from a script. Oh Well, the truth will taunt them on that day They learn they’ve lost a fortune on his crypto.
“A surgeon with a ‘sexual obsession’ for cutting off parts of his body had his own legs amputated as part of an insurance scam, officials in the UK said…” —New York Post
A surgeon, exposed as a sleaze who envied his fresh amputees, was found guilty of fraud. Now, he’ll answer to God undoubtedly down on his knees.
“The rise of dog-friendly cinema screenings: ‘We never have to break up fights—there’s enough trouble with the humans’” —The Guardian
I take the dogs to Rin Tin Tin and Lassie, To teach them to be loyal, smart and brave, And then I line up Cujo and I tell them, “And here’s what happens when you misbehave.”
“Fast-fashion giant Shein has launched an investigation after an image of Luigi Mangione— accused of murdering UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson in New York last year— was used to model a shirt.” —BBC
The reason why They used the guy Is really not a mystery: He’s super hot. It’s ‘cause he’s got Those killer looks (allegedly).