Excuse Me, I’m Just Going Out To The Garage To Build A Hindenburg For All My Hydrogen
Surprisingly simple to produce oxyhydrogen fuel. Deuced difficult to store it, though.
Keep On Truckin’ Babe
I remember it quite clearly. It was Christmas, and my family didn’t have much money. But there beneath the tree in the early morning was a single-speed bicycle. Gold, like the sun. It was everything to me.
I went everywhere on that thing. It transformed my life more than a driver’s license did. Because no matter what I did, where I went, a car was just transportation. That bicycle was a ride.
Be Not Afraid Of Greatness: Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them
Perhaps it is presumptuous for me to say, but I understand the men on the ladder with the prybar entirely. They are my brothers.
I do not know how I’ve woken up in a world where 99 percent of the population never think to do anything but point their crummy cameraphones at whatever calamity is ongoing.
The man with the prybar is worth a thousand of them.
Razor-Sharp Claws And Terrifying Fangs Are No Match For Opposable Thumbs And Vodka
Remind me never to take a leak in the bushes along a Russian highway.