Into The Mind of a Mad Hatter

women were not banging out spirk fanfiction in the 60s for you to be AI generating your fic

I told my little nephew that I'd wave at his airplane when it flew over my house today, and he very calmly and politely explained that it wouldn't be possible to see me due to the limitations of human vision. I said he just had to squint real hard, and he took a deep breath and went into the toddler version of "see, what you're not understanding–"

Interpreted this initially not as shelves, but as your cat having erected defensive fortifications

my nephew is explaining to me that the crew who will fly his airplane tomorrow are spending the whole day squeezing all the farts out of their systems so that they won’t fart on the airplane and make it a fart plane. learning a lot about how our world works.