The current status of the fatberg is unknown, but presumably, it was set on fire. That's what I would do with it, but there's probably a reason I'm not in charge of the London sewer system.

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Jimmy Fallon meets to be sealed inside a barrel with a depth charge.

Two hot dogs: one ketchup, one mustard. NEVER BOTH

My mom was a flight attendant in the 70s. She was an angel. True story. That was a time before the peanut scare, but when stewardesses had to be of a certain age, weight, and prettiness - an altogether different hassle.

It was a local brew in Ireland between about 1850-1950, when the brewery went under. Another company bought the name, and then, in the 80s, Coors bought the rights to the name, itself. So, marketing. As you might expect, like most "Irish reds", the brew was originally an ale. Coors doesn't do ales, but they had the…

Picked up a sixer of this last night for the 4th on a whim!

As somebody who's taken the Shitty Beers of the World taste test, there's something surprisingly liberating and joyful about walking into your favorite big mix-a-six bottle shop and walking out with a case and a half of the world's shittiest specimens.

As far as shitty American-style lagers go, I've always been partial to Killian's Irish Red (Coors) and Dundee's Honey Brown (Genesee Brewing). Cheap as they are, I think they're both 100% malted barley.

Trap door into vat of bunker oil that opens up on home team after a loss.

The best part was the bug splat at 2:30.

Ceiling cat need only reach down for his quarry.

They needed a study to figure out that cats recognize their owners.

"The NEXT thruster operated for more than 48,000 hours," said Michael J. Patterson, principal investigator for NEXT at Glenn. "We will voluntarily terminate this test at the end of this month, with the thruster fully operational. Life and performance have exceeded the requirements for any anticipated science mission."

I met my fiance on OKC, and I still won't let her watch me while I eat buffalo wings, etc. Unless I have a disgusting face cold and I'm eating hot wings to clear my sinuses, in which case all bets are off.

Who sits through 47'30" of game six of the finals and leaves when your team is only down by 4 with 30" on the clock?!