What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?

One golfer a year is hit by lightning. This may be the only evidence we have of God's existence.

Gun stripping is the tea ceremony of America.

Satire works in a bunch of specific ways, like a very precisely-geared bomb. It's a bit like something that looks harmless, and you swallow it, but once it's inside you it's too late, and it triggers, blowing up. And it's your specific inner beliefs and faulty arguments that trigger a satire bomb. If your arguments work, the bomb doesn't trigger, it doesn't need to.

Ideas are self-replenishing, like snot

Sanity’s a virginity of the mind

Biting enemies seems to be acceptable in a surprisingly narrow range of circumstances, or so a ninja shouted at me once