Word: bangs
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...Kellogg's. Candy maker Haribo has sold more than 6.5 billion of its jellied Smurf sweets over the past two decades, while over 10 million Smurf CDs have been sold in the last three years alone. There was also a traveling ice show, a France theme park called Big Bang Schtroumpf (as well as Smurf attractions cropping up in five U.S. and Canadian theme parks), and the smash hit The Smurf Song by Dutch singer Father Abraham reached No. 1 in 16 countries back...
...should we care? This one's easy: the Milky Way is a lump, as is our solar system, as are all of us. No lumps, no you. The second question is, Where did all the lumpiness come from, given that the universe shortly after the Big Bang was a pretty uniform sea of particles? This is a puzzle that's had a complicated history, but it may be a little closer to getting solved, thanks to an anomalous spot in a photo recently taken by a space-observing satellite...
...recent paper in the journal Science, Marcos Cruz of Spain's Institute of Physics of Cantabria, along with Turok and others, reported they had detected an irregularity in the glow of radiation still smoldering from the Big Bang. It's by no means a sure confirmation of the texture theory, but they are encouraged, particularly because basic physics argues that textures should exist...
...bang on the restaurant's front window. "What do you need?" a Huckabee aide writes out on a piece of paper, unable to hear us. TO GET IN! He understands, but can't help. "Fire marshal says no capacity," he writes back on his notepad. So we are left to stand in the street, amid the unending din. Even MSNBC's Chris Matthews, with his shimmering corn-husk blond hair, cannot gain entrance. Huckabee's own son, David, is not even going...
...arrows. Then another, at which they check the trunk and Preston's identity card, which shows he is a Luo. We have passed around 10 more when we come to Kangasif. There is a minibus burning by the side of the road. A mob of 30 surround us. They bang their fists on the window. They are carrying machetes, heavy car wrenches, and more bows and arrows. One reaches into Preston's window and opens his door. Another man, smashing on my window with his fists, shouts, "We don't want you. We want your driver." Preston flashes his identity...