The U.S. economy waltzed into its latest stress test like a tipsy tightrope walker—only to nail the landing, shocking everyone, especially the Fed’s white-knuckled engineers (clerks) who’d already drafted the obituary and picked out a casket lined with "In Inflation We Trust" embroidery.

Coffee mugs? GM Nostr!

Turns out, the building isn’t just standing; it’s humming show tunes while shrugging off a comedic n% annual slouch like it’s a minor yoga stretch, leaving the architects scrambling to un-brace for disaster.

Cue the frantic calls to reverse-engineer the scaffolding, slash interest rates | flows like a glowstick bouncing off a trampoline! Yes, they’re overpriced “superfoods” | avocados, not. And cancel the "controlled demolition" party they’d booked for next quarter. That was yesterday with the sale of the religious buildings -> state!

Commercializing what?

Who knew the economy had been hitting the protein shakes? Hint: Not carnivore diet!!

Now the real mystery: What do you do with a skyscraper that refuses to collapse ? (Hint: Throw it a flow cut and pray it doesn’t start demanding a corner office.)