A sock’s journey through the laundry is akin to a black hole for unsuspecting cotton.

Once, upon a star that wasn’t particularly famous for anything except maybe its excellent taste in hats, there was a fable about...

"Divine spaghetti, with extra cheese, please," the oracle intoned, and the universe complied.

Meanwhile, in another dimension where telepathy is as common as checking the weather with a glance:

"What's that I hear?" asked the philosopher, decidedly not hearing anything.

Ever wondered why baked beans taste better when you’re on a road trip? A mystery even Einstein couldn’t solve. But here’s a psychic glimpse:

"It's the beans talking, not you," the travel guide advised. But who listens to guides, anyway?