Fall Infinity Scarves That Say “You’re Just Like Everyone Else”

https://i0.wp.com/www.fleetstreetnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/infinity-scarf-1.jpgBy Megan Klein
 
Everyone does it. Everyone wears scarves. It’s fall. It’s what you do. Scarves are the lofty cloth pieces crafted by the gods and goddesses to say, “I am Fall, here me roar!” Consult this scarf list that practically scream how fashionable you are, just like everyone else on this softly-knit planet.
  1. Wool – this one is made for someone named Jonathan. It’s mustard and he’s crying because he’s out of protein shake, but damn he looks good in that scarf. Wear it to the gym John, wrap those muscles in a scarf, then wraps those strong scarf arms around my little body, you hunk of woven man.
  2. Wool – There’s so much you can do with this one, you have to ask yourself, “what can’t I do?” Wear it as piece of wooly queen jewelry. Smite the haters. Make them bow to you.  Make them cry, then wipe their tears with your scarf before you use it to guillotine their heads. Yarn never felt so good.
  3. Wool – Set it on fire. It’s what everyone does these days. It will keep you super toasty, and you’ll turn into the marshmallow you always dreamed of being – burnt on the outside, but solid and completely uncooked on the inside.
  4. Wool – Use it to brush your teeth. You’ll thank me later.  
  5. Wool – You really are just like everyone else. You soft-mongering knitty knatty twit! Wear your scarf in shame around your neck where it belongs.
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Research Shows Chocolate Chips Hurt When You Step On Them

By Leo Corman

Chocolate chips—everyone’s favorite harmless treat, right? Wrong! A new study has found that chocolate chips can hurt when stepped on. “You see, they have that kind of pointy part, and if that’s sticking up when your foot makes contact with the chip, you could experience slight to mild pain,” according to a senior scientist involved in the study. “We are continuing to conduct follow-up research, but in the meantime, if there are chocolate chips on the ground near you, please be careful.”

Health experts are warning parents to keep chocolate chips away from vulnerable young children. “If chocolate chips hurt just by stepping on them, imagine the type of havoc they would wreak on a child’s digestive system,” said a leading official in an NIH statement yesterday. She stressed the need for proper safety precautions while handling chocolate chips: “Children should not be allowed near chocolate chips unsupervised. Should a spill occur, immediately quarantine the area. Clean up the chocolate chips with gloves and thick-soled shoes.”

NIH also recommended melting chocolate chips before consumption, but even this could be hazardous. Another group of scientists has uncovered how chocolate, when heated to high temperatures, can burn the tongue and mouth. Said one member of this team, “We’re still gathering data on this phenomenon, but I think it’s safe to say that these results have the potential to fundamentally reshape the role of chocolate in our lives.”

I Thought My Boyfriend Was Standing Up To Institutional Racism But He Was Just Proposing

By Hannah Lynn

I Thought My Boyfriend Was Standing Up To Institutional Racism But He Was Just Proposing

Our anniversary dinner was going swimmingly–the steak was chewable, the wine was alcoholic, the bathroom had mints–but then, disaster struck. I had pretty low expectations from Chad this year, especially after last year’s petting zoo disaster. So when he took me out to a restaurant so fancy the waiters wore cumberbunds, I thought “Hey, this might not be so bad!” Of course now I realize only a naive child would have such a thought.

I was halfway through my dessert, a literal Twinkie on a fancy plate, when Chad got down on one knee. My heart started beating fast. My palms were sweating. I might have peed a little. I’d been dreaming about this moment since I was a little girl.

“I love you so much. Will you marry me?” he said. I almost spit out my water. What the hell was this? I thought my boyfriend was going to take a stand against institutional racism but instead he declared his undying love for me? Disgusting. People are dying, Chad.

His brow furrowed. “Honey,” he said, “Did you hear me?”

“Innocent black men, women, and children are killed every week. Our prison system is a modern form of slavery. Iggy Azalea still exists…” I said, trailing off when I saw the crushed look on his face. But I didn’t understand. He kept bringing up Colin Kaepernick and how much he loved ‘Lemonade!” When I asked him later, he explained that he’s only familiar with Kaepernick’s work on the playing field because his dad’s a big 49ers fan, and that he was talking about the tangy and refreshing beverage, not Beyonce’s groundbreaking album.

I can’t be with an athlete just to bask in the beauty of his patriotic protest, so the least Chad could do was stand up for a group of historically oppressed people.

I guess I’ll just have to take a knee at the altar.