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A couple of years ago I got to see Prince in concert. He’d just finished—what? His fourth encore? Fifth? I lost track. It was crazy.

He left the stage again. Everyone kind of looked around, that thing where a crowd scans each other to see if we’re all in agreement that this is over, that there’ll be no more encores.

The house lights come on and people stand, put their jackets on, and prepare to shuffle outside, completely satisfied with this three hour concert. And then his voice comes out of the speakers, from backstage, booming.

“Where’re you going? Don’t you know I wrote ALL the hits?”

A charity shop in Wales is begging people to stop donating copies of 50 Shades of Grey.

Oxfam Swansea’s owner Phil Broadhurst said the shop had become “a retirement home” for copies of the first book and its sequels. They got so many, they built a fort out of them.

A charity shop in Wales is begging people to stop donating copies of 50 Shades of Grey.

Oxfam Swansea’s owner Phil Broadhurst said the shop had become “a retirement home” for copies of the first book and its sequels. They got so many, they built a fort out of them.

Lady A: He is in there only to peep on women.

Lady B: Were you there to peep on other women?

Lady A: No.

Lady B: Neither was she.

Lady A: She is a he!

Lady B: Are you a he?

Lady A: No.

Lady B: Neither is she.

Lady A: But he has a penis!

Lady B: Have you seen her penis?

Lady A: Yes!

OKAY BUT I DONT SEE HOW THATS GONNA