The poor photographer developed leukemia after just a few days, leading to his death two weeks later.
The spider died just minutes after the incident, it turned out its organs were already failing when it bit the photographer.
The scientists warned that exposure to radioactive substances is never a good thing, and it always ends in fatality.
"What can I do for you, officer?" I asked him calmly, even though I was a little nervous and mildly upset. I'm positive I wasn't speeding when I passed him—I check my speedometer every chance I get just to make sure.
"License and registration, please," he ordered firmly.
I hand him my driver's licence and registration paper without hesitation. My driving instructor once advised me to never argue with a police officer in this kind of situation—it is always best to just comply and keep my mouth shut. So I did.
He scanned my documents before giving me a stern expression and then returned to my documents. My nervousness grew, and I started asking myself, "Am I in trouble?" and "Am I about to get a ticket, for what?"
To my surprise, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes widening as if he realised something. Or is it something written on my document? I wasn't sure what to think. He rushed back to his car and returned with his speed gun. He aimed it at a nearby tree and whispered to himself, but loud enough for me to hear, "I knew it", followed by, "Broken piece of shit!"
He turned to me and handed me back my documents. He was avoiding eye contact, but I happened to take a glance at his eyes, and to my relief, there was no sign of anger or agitation. In fact, something different, like shame or apology, but he did not say anything. I just drove away after I was cleared.
I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I have no idea where that is, ask someone else. Good luck.
According to the lead vocalist of the rock band the Chicken, the entire situation was a complete accident, and they never intended to cross paths with the other band. They ask fans not to exaggerate or fabricate stories regarding the incident.
Everybody get down, this is a robbery. Hand me the money, now!
I know, I named you.
That's not what I meant, I need food, I'm starving. Now that you mentioned that, tell me again why you guys named me this name.
I told you before, your name was supposed to be Hungary because that's where your mom and I met, but I don't know, something or someone messed up during the filing of your name. I don't know if it's misspelling or mistyping. I wanted to file a complaint against it, but your mom said Hungry is fine, and you know I trust your mom's judgment. So yeah, you're Hungry.
What about the places in Hungary you and Mom went to? Or the argument you and that guy had when you discovered they got my name wrong? Can you tell those stories again too?
Hey, I thought you said you were starving?
Come on, Dad. I love those... *stomach growl*... Fine, where's the food?
In the fridge
Knock Knock: There, as in There Williams? Are you kidding me? You literally don't know him? Dude, he's the most famous baseball player of all time.
I told you I'm not Albert Einstein, my name is Einstein Once! Quit bothering me!
Because Six has a phobia of people named after numbers just like him. It is indeed a very rare condition that scientists haven't named yet.
"I'll have a beer, please." said the American to the bartender.
"Vodka for me." said the German.
The two men didn't know each other, it just happened they entered the bar at the same time. But hearing what the German had ordered, the American couldn't help but turned and looked at the German with a shocked expression.
"Is something wrong, my friend?" the German asked, noticing the weird look from the American.
"Sorry, I just find it weird that you know, you're ordering a Russian drink instead of a German one. Wait, that sounds racist, sorry, forget it."
"No worries, my friend, I do not see it as racist. Yes, I drink vodka because I like it. It is a free country, is it not?"
Meanwhile, as the two men talk, at the far side of the bar, the cat sits peacefully, minding its own business.
First of all, we don't have a lightbulb, we're using LED lights. And second, a fish, really? To change a lightbulb? How is that even possible?