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This morning, the Chicago wind hit us so hard we nearly filed a police report. The office thermostat smugly read a cozy 68°F, but outside? The weather report said -6°F, which is just a polite way of saying "your soul will attempt to leave your body." Naturally, we had to verify this ourselves. So, we rummaged through the surplus pile and unearthed our trusty Taylor alcohol thermometer—the one that’s been in the back room so long it might qualify for senior discounts. It& …

Timmy eyed the newest arrival like a squirrel sizing up a bird feeder—suspiciously, but with great enthusiasm. The SWAT knife from Atomic Bear had barely hit the shelf before he pounced, inspecting it with the kind of scrutiny usually reserved for acorns of questionable origin. Sharp? Oh yeah. Sturdy? Built like a tank. Tactical? Timmy squinted. Definitely tactical. He gave an approving nod, then promptly knocked over a coffee mug in celebration. The office took notice. “Well, if Tim …

We've only have a few to test the market, can't be found on the site. Only found through this link: https://sciplus.com/plastic-toilet-seat-fits-5-gallon-buckets/ We have questions. So many questions. Questions that keep us up at night. Questions that rattle our very core. Questions like… What do you do when nature calls but civilization isn’t on the other end of the line? Picture this: You’re deep in the woods, enjoying the serenity of nature. Birds chirping, a gentle br …

So, we were doing some... "organizational restructuring" under the boss's desk (don't ask), and we unearthed this thing. At first, we thought it was a super fancy footrest. I mean, it's got dials, it's got a needle that goes from "GOOD" to "BAD" (which, let's be honest, sums up most Mondays), and it looks like it could probably survive a nuclear blast. But then we plugged it in (against our better judgment), and things got weird. There's a "COLOR GUN" setting, which we're pretty sure isn't OSHA- …

Alright, buckle up, because this is WEIRD. So, I waltz into my office this morning, ready to conquer the day (or at least answer some emails), and BAM! There it is. A gadget. Just… sitting there. Like it owns the place. I swear, it wasn't there yesterday. It's not big, it's not flashy, it's just… there. And it's radiating an aura of pure, unadulterated mystery. The kicker? When I picked the darn thing up, it left a DENT. Like it was secretly super heavy, or maybe my desk is just made of pa …