Then Trump went off on another tangent about undocumented immigrants “eating the pets” of people in towns. “In Springfield, they're eating the dogs, the people that came in, they're eating the cats.” When it came back to Harris, she just chuckled. “Talk about extreme,” ...
Like crunchy, dark chocolate. The bugs don’t actually have an identifiable flavor. Thefrissonyou get while eating them is all about the novelty. It’s kind of the ultimate expression of a specialized confection. We went to visit Sarah in her production facility in Gaithersburg, near the airp...
She’s so funny about it, she runs around me stopping long enough for me to pet her, then runs on, emits a tiny little “mew” – I’ve never heard her meow before – comes in for the petting, then runs on, circles back and comes with another mew for another long petting. It’...
Hi, I'm Sugar! My Favorite Thing To Do Is Sleep! When I'm Not Sleeping, I'll Be Eating. However, At 3am Every Morning, I Wrestle My Sister And Chase Her Throughout The House. In The Summer, I Bring Crickets Inide, Tear Off A Few Of Its Legs, And Watch It Try To Escape Whi...
Well, we (or rather I) got tagged by Megan and The Bad Kitty Cats with the meme Seven Strange Things About Me. This was almost two weeks ago, though we at CatSynth remember it like it was yesterday… OK, so I decided to dust off the list of interesting facts about me from my mus...
Their party has gone quinoa and the rest of America is eating at Cracker Barrel … it was an ironic use of something that millions of Americans put on their heads to start their day every day. It’s about damn time: “Voters ‘abandoning’ the Democratic Party.” Harvard University’s ...
On yesterday’s loop, there was a little lapse at about an hour, I suspect as that’s been the upper end of most of my rides of late, but then things started to notch into place. My legs and hips decided that they weren’t going anywhere, and decided to help out for a bit ...
But so far, nobody has had the brilliance to incite a national panic around flesh-eating creatures that feast on human remains—and lurk in the pillow of every man, woman, and child. “The hum you sometimes hear at night?” Khubani asks eerily. “That’s the sound of 2 million dust ...