Prince was such a massive fan of THE MUPPETS, he asked if he could host the Muppets Tonight show in 1997, leading to one of the rare instances we saw a more comedic version of himself instead of the quiet and reserved persona fans were used to 😂👏
Stopped for gas in Kentucky… saw the sign ‘We have disco bathrooms’ and thought it was a joke 😂
Went in, spotted the big red button that said ‘DO NOT PUSH THIS BUTTON’… obviously I pushed it.
Next thing I know, lights out, disco ball spinning, and I’m having an impromptu dance party in the bathroom! 💃🕺✨ Who else is hitting every Hop Shop on the road trip now?!
Never trust a button that tells you not to push it! 😂
Norway fans are doing a “Viking Row” up the escalator at Boston’s South Station before heading to the World Cup
Adding this to the list of things I’ve never seen before and probably never will again
When the boring World Cup comes to an end, the entire planet will be entranced by the phenomenal competitive and riviting sport, Hobby Horsing.
(Everythinghoy)
A new meme — a man was sitting in a work video call while riding a roller coaster
When his boss asked about the shaking, the employee calmly replied that he forgot to close the window.
Over here, the school bus has an ARM, and when the arm extends, all of America stops.
I witnessed it on a morning walk. The yellow vehicle halted, lights flashing, and a small red blade swung out from its side bearing one word: STOP.
And EVERYTHING stopped. Both directions. A delivery truck. A sports car driven by a man who had been treating the speed limit as a rumor. A police cruiser — the LAW ITSELF — sat obediently behind the little arm.
For what? For one child with an enormous backpack to cross at the speed of a child with an enormous backpack.
He dropped a paper. He PICKED IT UP. He examined it briefly for damage. Two lanes of adult lives idled while a seven-year-old conducted a document review in the middle of the road.
No one honked. Hear me, America. NO ONE HONKED. I have seen your people honk at a red light for hesitating. I have seen you honk at each OTHER'S honking. And here, total silence, engines purring, a nation of the impatient waiting like stone guardians.
I asked my neighbor about it. He said passing a stopped school bus is one of the few things this country will not forgive.
"You can mess up a lot here," he said. "Not that."
You can mess up a lot here. Not that. Carve it on the courthouse, America — it is the most honest sentence in your legal system.
In Japan, we guard our children with crossing guards, flags, and song. You guard yours with a red blade that outranks police cars. Different schools. Same sword.
The bus folded its arm and rolled on. The sports car roared off to its debts. The boy never knew an army had held its breath for him.
That is the point. He should never know.
A man does not ask the bus to fold its arm. Nobody asks. Not even the law.
I stop walking now when the arm comes out. Pedestrians are not required to. I do not care. When a whole country goes quiet for one child, you stand still and you bear witness.
It is the best thing your roads do, America, and your roads do not even brag about it. Almost nothing else of yours is this humble. Protect it.