Teacher: what happened to your eye, Mikey?
Mikey: hit my head on the door
Teacher: do you have many doors shaped like your father's fist?

The amount of energy that ship transferred to the bridge was equal to 100 Hiroshima bombings.

Looks fake to me, considering the curvature of the tree and the spot where the golf ball hits it first. It would continue on a slightly altered forward trajectory.

It really is quite hilarious, as if Jesus didn't have a massive file of your doings and undoings covering your entire life.

Growing up also means growing apart. Cycle of life.