If nothing ever sticks to Teflon, how do you make Teflon stick to the pan?

Why is it when you transport something by car it’s called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship it’s called cargo?

If a cow laughed really hard, would milk come out her nose?

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Eyes Speak

A Poem by Stephen Mead

Only through silence
unwinding like quilt names,
bolt after bolt, a banner sail
swan-light in breezes
of haiku watercolors
that the onlookers themselves
are words in for the Memorial
Parade is a river wall-speaking
of our earth’s living tongues in
panel after panel after panel.

If nothing ever sticks to Teflon, how do you make Teflon stick to the pan?

Why is it when you transport something by car it’s called a shipment,
but when you transport something by ship it’s called cargo?

If a cow laughed really hard, would milk come out her nose?