Tert-butyllithium is a pyrophoric little douchebag that catches on fire when exposed to air or water. It’s generally stored in chemicals that are likewise highly flammable. Because “air catching on fire” wasn’t bad enough, let’s add hydrocarbons.
They started to produce tritium at Windscale in a reactor ill-designed for it. It’s a bastard isotope with a bad attitude and two neutrons.
An invasive species that’s a successful breeder with a big appetite? What abject fuckery could possibly happen?
You can trip a false positive screen for some drugs. More than one false positive would strain credulity. Six? Fuck you and the GC/MS you did this analysis on.
So after the emus and bunnies, I looked up “Australia’s war on cats,” because there was no fucking way, right?
I guess if you’re gonna survive eating dirt on a continent with redback spiders, cassowaries, and Pauline Hanson, this is what it takes.
When I recall the scientist who first attempted to explain how chunks of rock shimmy across the planet, I’m not surprised that the reaction was “Alfred, all due respect, fuck yourself.”
A few generations down the line, most bunnies will be genetically predisposed to laugh in the face of your fancypants biowarfare program.
Carrington was looking for sunspots and he saw something he couldn’t have expected: the first observed solar flare. For two days shit went bonkers.
The glaciers melting set into motion a chain of events that caused the original Brexit. Then there was a tsunami.
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