I think
notr was in my dream last night. We teleported to Newfoundland by accident, but fortunately I figured out where we were by looking at the address on a TV Guide in a cafe. The reason why we teleported was because I was trying to Google a location name that had appeared on my underwear when it failed to connect to the internet while I was in the Bay Area. My underwear doesn't normally try to connect to the internet, so I was worried it contained some kind of trojan or virus, and I was using Google to find out who this address belonged to. It turned out to be the name of the world's shortest river.
So let that be a lesson to you all: never teleport while Googling, even if your underwear tells you to.
That sentence has never been uttered before in the history of the world.