This is essentially how my wife convinced me to marry her.

She had the benefit of cookies.

You can't believe anything on the internet.

Well, except this post, obviously.

Try it on an erupting volcano and I'll be impressed.

Because my top priority in cooking is that it take as long as possible and over-season my food.

I just wish I could drink you faster, my sugary friends.

I've done the volcano experiment. Mixing baking soda and acid equals foaming mess. I'll take deodorant over rabid armpits (good name for a band) any day.

Correlation =/= Causation.

That's clearly Odin, throwing his eye into the well of Knowledge to gain Wisdom and Magic.

Man, sometimes religion is really weird. Is the photo going to steal someone's soul too?

Damn fine work. Makes me want to get a camcorder.

This is clearly a case of no matter how many polite warnings she gets, her religion is more important to her than her job.

That's fine, it's her choice, but if she decides to make her religious beliefs a higher priority than her job requirements, she can't really complain if her job suffers as a result. She made the choice herself.

My high school band played at Carnige Hall. They may not let just anyone play, but you don't have to be Joshua Bell either.

There's a very interesting theory that humans don't have a mating season and don't show obvious signs of ovulation as a survival adaptation.

If your woman could be fertile at any moment, the man has to stay with her, he can't simply mate during mating season and then leave her to fend for herself.

I keep seeing a white van trying it at several points. I have to wonder if there are just a lot of white vans in Portland, or if the same guy keeps going around the block and giving it one more try.

Just what I want, cookies with the consistency of bread crust.