Gravity Is A Harsh Mistress

Gravity Is A Harsh Mistress


But Fair. Cruel, but fair. But harsh. Fairly harsh. Only a little cruel, but entirely fair. Entirely fairly harshly cruel.

These gentlemen seem to have some sort of fundraising scheme afoot. They desire a folding money budget for their experiments. Perhaps they are going to flush themselves down a toilet, or shoot themselves in the face with a concrete pumper, or TIG weld their nipple earrings to a moving bus, or call an NFL defensive tackle fat, or drink paint, or maybe cure cancer.

As far as the curing cancer thing goes, I’d keep out of the sun and quit smoking, just in case it takes them awhile.

(Sent from the right man on the wrong coast, Gerard at American Digest, who stays out of the sun because there isn’t any)

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