Yeah, I was just playing with words, and the fact that modern boxing is based on the 19th century Queensberry style and rules.

I blame Percival Lowell for this. And his minion, Clyde Tombaugh.

Then they yanked Pluto from planetary existence, to cover their tracks!

Engage once, to never engage again with that particular clickbait tripe channel.

Queensberry rules?

wAs EiNsTEiN wRoNg?
wAiT TiLL tHe EnD tO FiNd OuT!
tHe AnSWeR WiLL SHOCK YoU!

Yeah… unliked and blocked, moving on.

And that is exactly the silliest thing Michael Caine could have done, and it deserves a standing ovation or three.

Absolutely, and inner conflict, constant struggle and unhappiness counts as a huge problem, even when external appearances are kept and things run relatively smoothly. Internal peace should always be the primary goal, and not just fitting into the gears of routine life.

Like a peasant, pissing on other peasants, while farting at the feudal lord, for the lulz, then might lament one day on why he is hated by all.

Waves in the electromagnetic field that permeates all of space, along with many other fields with different topologies and particles.

Yeah but it’s gonna scramble your signal, then send it spinning outwards.

Oi!

Now flip it around, to see if there’s parity:
Is San Diego the Cincinnati of the West Coast?

“How many years is that?”
“At least THIS many.” (holds up 4 Knuth’s arrow notations fingers)

Such mirth. The likes of which the world has never seen.

What about the year TREE(3)?

What about rickettsia, then?

Or how about stealth covid, never any of the full-blown symptoms, never came out positive on any test, but something somewhere along the way subtly flipped and now things ain’t the way they used to be, these damn kids nowadays with their Ohio and skibidi and GET OFF MY LAWN!!!

Ok, sure, why not, but wait, hear me out:
A.I.-powered toilet, on the blockchain, and call it Shitcoin!

Admiral McArtroll!

I shall return… to shitposting!

Close your eyes and instead of counting sheep, lernas la interlingvon Esperanto.

Actually, it’s the one when the belly, chest and shoulders go in. Ouch.