Yup, ferrum is the Latin word.

XIII

A Dyson sphere

You means no one in Australia was found after being killed by a spider since 1979. Little beasts have become that good at hiding the remains.

Bot or not, it’s no tits!

In 2001 “Kuno the killer catfish” was accused of swallowing a dachshund. It was a big story at the time, people were trying to catch the fish but failed. Two years later a big ass catfish was found dead, proclaimed to be Kuno, stuffed and is displayed in a museum to this day.

Your article contains a statement from Stanley: “no lead is present on the surface of any Stanley product that comes into contact with the consumer nor the contents of the product.” I don’t find anything supporting your claim that the cups were “found to contaminate drinks with lead.” Am I missing something?

Why wait?

(Verse 1) Sitting in the cab of my old pickup truck, Memories rollin’ by, like the miles we used to clock. Drove through the sunset, with you by my side, Never thought a metal heart could take me for a ride.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.

(Verse 2) We hauled our troubles down those lonesome roads, Your engine hummed the tunes, while our story unfolds. Loaded up with laughter, and baggage too, Little did I know, you had a route of your own to pursue.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.

(Bridge) I miss the way your headlights cut through the night, The hum of your engine, our rhythm just right. But now the road is empty, just echoes of our song, You found a new destination, I guess I got it wrong.

(Verse 3) We parked under stars, shared secrets in the dark, But now it’s just silence, an abandoned truck stop. I’m left with memories, and a tank full of regret, A self-driving heartbreak, I’ll never forget.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin’ dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you’re gone, and it’s just my luck, My darlin’ left me, a self-driving truck.

(Outro) So here I am, parked on this lonely track, Wishing you’d come back, but you won’t look back. You rolled away, with gears that don’t feel, Left me stranded, at the crossroads of steel.