I’ve reverted to the default theme until I figure something out. Bleh. I liked K2.
I found an article today in the Register about an unfortunate woman who was forced by the TSA to remove her nipple jewelry before being allowed to pass security. It closed with this most wonderful challenge:
In celebration of this attack of good sense, we at El Reg have had a quick whip-round and will offer a hearty night in our favourite hostelry to the first male reader who turns up at Lubbock bearing a “Prince Albert” and demands a visual inspection. →
The underground cactus trade is apparently big money.
Do not chase a long swig of medicinal herbal tea from your acupuncturist with a swig of Coca-Cola (bottled in Mexico and made with real sugar.) The result is far less pleasant than I had hoped.