If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?
Rockne: "There's nothing dumber than a dumb Irish"
Nieuwland: "Except a smart Swede"
The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink...he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort o