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A gang made off with 80 kilograms of flour after police set up a drugs sting but went home before their targets arrived.

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One would have thought that the laws against counterfeiting would be sufficient. But I guess bureaucrats have to follow the manual however laughable the result.

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Admit it – it’s the perfect name.

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Sometimes the old ways are best.

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Dude, just get the flu shot, cost you $10.

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We live in amazing times.

Steve Sailer is on the case.

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These are, indeed, the Last Times.

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And give up any thought of ever holding a security clearance or running for public office in a Red State.

It does, however, fit on your resume if you want to be a teacher, community organizer, or Rainbow Coalition race pimp.

There is balance in all things.

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We introduce a basic model for zombie infection, determine equilibria and their stability, and illustrate the outcome with numerical solutions. We then refine the model to introduce a latent period of zombification, whereby humans are infected, but not infectious, before becoming undead. We then modify the model to include the effects of possible quarantine or a cure. Finally, we examine the impact of regular, impulsive reductions in the number of zombies and derive conditions under which eradication can occur.

Hey — tenure doesn’t grow on trees, you know.

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We all know what a disaster a sunburned penguin would be. The PETA people would have a cow, not that there’s anything wrong with that.

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No animals were harmed in the making of this phone.

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You knew it was coming.

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You knew it had to happen.

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Living proof that some people have too much time on their hands.

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I wonder whether he yelled “Fire!” in a Tommy Smothers voice?

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The difference between reality and fiction is that fiction has to be pausible.

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A car salesman used his kung fu expertise to kill his partner, an executive with Mercedes, after she announced she was leaving him for her married boss.

Soon to be a major motion picture.

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Ah, those collection societies just never learn, do they? We’ve discussed in the past how ASCAP once threatened the Girl Scouts for singing songs around the campfire, but in the past few years it’s been ASCAP’s counterpart in the UK that’s been in the news the most for things like threatening small business owners after calling them on the phone and saying they hear music in the background or threatening a stable owner for playing the radio to her horses. I guess ASCAP was feeling a bit left out. Its latest move is to claim that legally purchased ringtones on mobiles phones, playing in public places, represents a public performance for which it is owed royalties. Songwriters and music publishers already are paid royalties on ringtone purchases, but ASCAP is claiming that buying the file is entirely different than “the performance” (i.e., the phone ringing).

Gee, what does that sound like? Perhaps like the whining about the voice features in the new Kindle?

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Hilaire Purbrick, 45, has inhabited the seven-foot cave he dug on his plot and dined off the land for the past 16 years.

But after having the dwelling checked by the fire brigade, Brighton and Hove City Council decided it did not have enough exits and sought an injunction banning him from entering it.

I swear, it must be something in the water.

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George McGovern give the Obamassiah some advice.

Of course, this is like getting advice from Jimmy Carter on how to handle the economy and relations with Muslim states.

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This must be seen to be believed. If Tsar Nicholas had a computer, this is the sort of computer he would have.

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Maybe we can hook them up with the tribes united against climate change. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

What we really need is a bionic walrus….

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Now that’s comedy.

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You never know what can happen when you fly the friendly skies….

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And there you have the modern world in a nutshell.

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With online social networks becoming ever more important in our lives, they’re also becoming an important element in our deaths. Mr. Spangenberg, who died suddenly from an abdominal aneurysm at age 57, was unprepared, but others are leaving detailed instructions. There’s even a tiny industry that has sprung up to help people wrap up their online contacts after their deaths.

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You can find anything on the Internet. Wait until the end to see who it’s sponsored by.

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What a metaphor for the entire history of U.S. policy toward third-world countries.

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Hey, this is important stuff.

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We have the technology.

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Apparently she has decided to sue search engines because searches on her name lead to malware and porn. (Her husband is a lawyer, which may explain the lawsuit but probably hasn’t got anything to do with the results of the searches. Probably.)

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Darwin Award: We have a winner.

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Will Charlie Brown try to kick Lucy’s football once again?

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Heh.

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I thought that these wierdos only lived in America.

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Can you say “Darwin Award”? I knew you could.

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I say we go them one better, and feed the entire family to the shark. I’m sure they would want it that way.

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Just in case you were wondering. I know I was.

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Guess Joe Stockbroker is just as quick as Joe Sixpack to resort to violence to preseve his way of life.

Reminds me of Ted Kennedy and his liberal friends turning into NIMBYs when it was proposed to put a wind turbine farm (“Alternative energy good! Oil and coal and nukes bad!”) where it would spoil their view.

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Good luck with that.

“Well, we don’t believe in legs, but we want to walk anyway, so we’re searching for alternatives.”