This is the most x-treme confection conflation in the illustrious history of food and food-like products. Its organic sustainably farmed bacon and I know you’re already on board but wait, theres more. Its got a touch of Vermont maple syrup flavouring. But wait. Theres more. It’s in convenient on-a-stick lollipop form. But wait! THERES MORE! It’s also double Caffeinated for that extra punch to the brain you’ve been looking for. Ambrosia is for peasants. This is truly the food of the gods.
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Some people think that telling the difference between day and night would be one of the easiest things you could do and being able to afford a $300 000 a mere piece of jewelry would be one of the hardest. This watch is not for them. Behold the Day & Night watch by Romain Gerome. For those who see telling the time as a peasants hobby and for whom it is always spend o’clock. It originally sold for $300 000 but sold out within 48 hours of launch so you’ll have to resort to the second-hand market to obtain one, likely with significant markup. But hey, if markup is of concern to you then this watch was never for you in the first place. Right?
The perfect David Bowie song has been created, and it wasn’t even done by David Bowie himself. Dr. (of psychology) Nick Troop at the university of Hertfordshire has employed Linguistic Inquiry and Word Count on Bowie’s body of work to wind up with his song “Team, meet Girls; Girls, meet Team” which, according to him, is the ideal configuration of Bowie’s secret blend of ingredients. We don’t have to take his word for it though. He has actually recorded himself playing guitar and singing this track on video and put it up online for us to examine. It’s now only a mater of time before Bowie is fully replaced by a robot.
ABC News (of all places) has some content you should really check out for the sake of the beloved hipster in your life. Skinny jeans are apparently (and medically) bad for you. Ugly boots can be damaging to your feet. Even that over-sized purse can be harmful. Clearly its time to either suffer for your (lack of) fashion, or really re-think your life choices here. In short: Check yourself before you wreck yourself because being a hipster is bad for your healf.
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Sometimes you crave a McGriddle but rationally know you shouldn’t be having one. Don’t worry though. This is natural. Well, your craving is. Not the McGriddle. It just manipulates your nature. Deep down you want to be fat. You like being fat. You’re only human. Its, to paraphrase, “a side effect of human evolution” that you crave the McGriddle and even if it didn’t make you fat, the very idea that its fattening is what you love about it. You, ladies and gentlemen, are masochistic fast food patrons. Fighting it is only denying your nature.







