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Would the fact that the majority of people are addicts, in some way or form, suggest that the majority of people have the long allele dopamine receptor, which also would then imply that the majority of people are not monogamous at all? So I went looking around a bit, and found that the same variations of the dopamine

So is this video saying that we could potentially breed for specific genetic factors to remove the long dopamine receptor allele from the gene pool, which would ultimately stop people from cheating on their partners, in addition to eliminating the issue of substance abuse/addiction, or did I mishear him?

Doesn’t the fact that some people are prone to cheat suggest that maybe we aren’t really monogamous at all? I mean, 3% is a very small number of species who are monogamous...just saying.

Just think of the countless numbers of men throughout history who had their eyes burnt out of their skulls trying to look at the sun in such magnificent detail as this...so many eyes, so so many eyes...all for the sake of science, or something like it.

Don’t forget Wild Wild West starring Will Smith and Salma Hayek, available on Amazon for the low, low price of...WAAAY too damn much for that dinky ass film! Keep the $8 and go buy- hell, I dunno...go buy light bulbs. Trust me when I say that you will enjoy watching that pack of light bulbs more than you will enjoy

I thought his name meant mole of death. You know, like earth-dweller/vermin/rodent of death. While flight of death/flight from death makes more sense, I still like thinking of him as a subterranean death weasel. Makes him seem smarmier and even lesser-than human. Plus, naked mole rats and old Moldy Voldy have the

Not too long ago I had borrowed a friend’s vehicle to go to Walgreens for a few things. When I came back outside to get into the car, I needed to situate the bags in my hands so I could open the door to get in, so naturally, I set my phone on the roof of the cab. I proceeded to get into the car and drive off,

So when the light from the blue ring galaxy passes through the bright yellow galaxy cluster to reach is...

For the love of God, first sentence...Is Gawker not paying you people enough to proofread your articles before publishing? On the eastern COAST of England. COAST, not cost. I used to think that it would be an accomplishment to one day write for Gawker. Now, I’m starting to think that it would be an accomplishment to

“Of all the future tech that has been immortalized in Hollywood films over the decades, nothing seems to captured sci-fi geeks’...”

Wow, feminism just got too real for words with this one. So I guess this means the rumors are true. As an existentialist/egalitarian bystander, I am beginning to feel slightly usurped by this third-wave malarkey. Some might call this ovary-acting.

“A video at an anti-violence fundraiser being shut off by police is an absurd act of censorship. Of course, the entire performance was a stunt to begin with—and now, the officials who wanted to shut it down have elevated it to a national news story.

Even if patches this lapse in security, that’s only going to reach so many people.

even if it doers share them, the person would have to be physically present for them to access your wifi, and only people who don’t have security features activated on their computer would be at risk if it got any further than that anyway.

minds.com has what it takes.

Dude, What are you talking about? Spec Ops isn’t involved in testing anything other than our reaction to fear-based rhetoric and oriental-inspired steering mechanisms, as the name Jade Helm would imply. Besides, as any credible Russian propagandist who posts their дерьмо in the comments section on Gizmodo, and who has

His eyes feasted on her brain.

How many typos am I going to have to put up with before I quit reading this fodder? Proofread your shit people. You lose all credibility when you are unable to maintain proper subject-verb tense agreements. You leave a letter out when you attribute, “[I]mage by jorge.correa...” and in one instance, even duplicate a

At this point, Fualaau is a grown ass man. Today, he is old enough, wise enough, and has raised his daughters into the latter-days of teenagery enough, to make the “grown up” decision of whether or not he wishes to consider himself a victim, now, then, and in the future. Assuming for a moment that he does, in the back