Last weekend I went as far into Iran as an American passport would allow me. The week before, I left burning tires in Bahrain to traipse around northern Iraq looking for kebab and Neandertal bones. But from all this searching, I have found nothing quite as miraculous as what I witnessed last night. The most important discovery of this November — nay, of this entire year — is this:
DID ANYONE KNOW THIS IS WHAT BRUSSELS SPROUTS GROW ON??
It’s like a billy club designed by a vegan caveman.
Amazing. Happy Thanksgiving.