where that kind of shit is illegal!

http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/plugged-in/2012/05/30/nc-makes-sea-level-rise-illegal/

"keep kids docile with a mix of fluoride and Prozac"

And then there are the Sandusky types who are more than happy to share their precious bodily fluids with the young'uns.

Sincerely,

-Cofer Black

*Areola photography.

FTFY.

But this device would be utterly useless to my wife, unless there is an optional accessory that carefully places the (no fewer than) 7 pillows that for some reason belong on our 2-person bed.

Curiously missing from the poll. Wait, is it the last Friday in July already, and Slashdot's planned a surprise party?

Why? "Subdermal mangets"

Say no more, Dr. Freud, wink wink. Enjoy the man-getting!

"Hallo! My name is anonymous coward. You sacked my father. Prepare to learn Mandarin."

"We really need a secret handshake or something."

I thought it was the silent "t."

"Volare" already has its own theme song. Not to mention that it can't get much cooler than sharing a name with this: http://atlantaip.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/volare.jpg?w=450&h=299

A fondness for art absolves all wrongdoing? Here's a nice shopping page for you, if you have anything left after tithing to the baby raping mother mary mafia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murderabilia

"why Computer Science?"

Because the Women's Studies department needs a new sofa for its faculty washroom.

I don't think that's true, at least not of *all* VWs and Audis. Any of their TDI-powered vehicles can experience a runaway when the turbo sucks the engine oil that cools it into the intake. The only remedy for this is to put it in 5th, stand on the brake and dump the clutch. If you're *really* lucky and *really* quick about it (i.e., catch it before redline) you can prevent top end damage, although the turbo replacement will still be expensive. If you're unlucky, or slow, or drive a slushbox-equipped TDI (booo automatics!), you will buy a new turbo and a new head, or a new car.

Dude was drama-queening on the interwebs, some assholes got their kicks poking the quivering blob of uselessness and then he killed himself. This is no different than assholes in a crowd on the street shouting "jump" at a person on a ledge. There is zero rational argument that the assholes had anything at all to do with the death. But good luck in yer quest for deep pockets, sister of dead guy. You'll come out with squat, plus lawyers' fees.

Only because the Irish are too busy drinking and fighting to notice the influx.