Yep, God's recipe there actually calls for human shit as an ingredient for that bread.
No... what it calls for is to use it as fuel for baking over... not as an ingredient (baking with vs. mixing with). A quick googling turns up this informational page which tells you how to make your own briquettes.
(not sure if CorporalKlinger is female or just wears women's clothes)
This should answer that question - http://fupaper.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/klinger2.jpg
...then someone planning a crime could shrewdly stockpile tap water from a city with a distinct signature that isn't where the crime will take place...
Or he could shave his head.
When I beget my girlfriend...
Your daughter is your girlfriend? To quote The Princess Bride... "Why do you keep using that word? I don't think it means what you think it means."
beget: tr.v.1. To father; sire. (The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition)
...the idea of printing off your morning paper may have made sense in the science fiction of the 1950's, but HP is crazy if they think people actually want to print out content that they are going to read once and recycle.
I know people that still print out all of their email to read and to store in manila folders if it's something they (think they) will need for a while. If they only need to read it and then get rid of it, then they'll still print it... and then, as you indicate nobody would do, they throw it into the shredder or the recycle can.
These same people would love to have something available to automatically print out the news they want for them every morning so they wouldn't have to go out on the porch and get the newspaper... or heaven forbid, read it on a computer screen.
It's just plain stupid to not give customers the ability to view that content.
Then I guess the web sites who make ad or subscription revenue from people viewing their site better get with it and convert their content to HTML5 (like several large sites have already done) if they want the revenue from those particular eyeballs.
Nothing makes a person more productive than the last minute.