humor

"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "

How to distinguish an idiot from a fool from a sage during the Covid-19 pandemic?
To my knowledge, there are only three types of individuals on this beautiful planet of ours. There are idiots, fools and sages.
By Eric Stone5 years ago in Humans
Fall in Love Under the Moon
Hot Summer night just move to small town and at a crossroads in Milly Jackson’s life. I arrived at 6:30 pm at a beautiful cozy small green cottage by a creek surrounded by beautiful ray of marigolds . I found the key to the Cottage under the door mat with a Chicago Bulls logo brand on it. I found the place from an app the provide vacation rentals at a very bargain price.
By Mariann Carroll5 years ago in Humans
When the Log Rolls Over..
“It was a dark, and stormy night...” “That’s a lame way to start a story!” I was immediately interrupted. Sean sat at his usual spot at the camp fire wearing a pout.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Humans
The Great Debate: Who Should Be Doing The Laundry?
It’s a known fact that in most cultures and households in the world, the responsibility of doing laundry is gendered towards women.
By Love and Laughs5 years ago in Humans
Reality Check Ahead
Shooting from the lip "...my vocal cords lived their own life, wild and free." -Lorenzo Smythe (Double Star by Robert Heinlein)
By John Karakash5 years ago in Humans
The Mall That Made Me Shit My Pants
Once, ages ago... There was a time when malls mattered, believe it or not. A time before ecommerce and Amazon's manifest destiny over retail. It was a time of actual music and movie stores where you could buy CDs and DVDs. Suncoast Video, Sam Goody, The Wherehouse. And not Blu-rays, not 4k UHD, just regular DVDs -- the ones with the cardboard case and flimsy plastic lock that held it together.
By Andrew Martin Dodson5 years ago in Humans
Plant Addict
There comes a time when you know when to stop. I have yet, to come across this time. Every second post, it seems there is an ad about plants. From the beautiful, fractals of nature we call succulents, to the fun loving, bushy tropical plants we all adore to spice up our homes; and every time I see these ad’s, it is like a magnet for my finger to click and scroll through all the colourful, living beauties. You’d think I’d be content with the jungle-like home I already endeavor, but no, it seems I always need the next plant on my list of “Plant Goals”. These ad’s do not help with my plant addiction.
By Kendra J. Anthony5 years ago in Humans
Naomi and the Walker
Hello, my name is Naomi and I have P.A.L.S. This is where I wait for the voices in my head to respond, “Hello, Naomi” in a half-bored routine drone. For those of you who have never heard of this debilitating social disease of the heart, it stands for “Pick A Loser Syndrome.”
By Denise Glickler5 years ago in Humans
To All the Online Purchases I've Made Before. Third place in Add to Cart Challenge.
Letter #1 Dear Air Humidifier, First of all, sorry for keeping you so dry. What was I thinking? I live in the United Kingdom. It's one of the most humid countries in the world. It was so obvious it wouldn't work out between us. Yet, I gave it a shot.
By Marcel Grabowiecki 5 years ago in Humans
A MAN OF MEANS BY ANY MEANS
Some people, and I’m one of those people that tripped, teetered, tottered, lurched, and fallen into waywardness as I’ve journeyed through life’s storms. Now that doesn’t mean I’m a bad man or a man of egregious evil intentions just because I occasionally used rare and unconventional knowledge to squeeze me through some very tight and incommodious situations.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Humans
Cheat Codes
Jeremy lay sprawled over the top of his desk, head down, in American History. A stream of drool snaked down his chin, pooling on his desktop. His heavy breathing and slurred mumbling earned stares and snickers from fellow classmates. Aggravated, Mr. Benson whacked the marker board. "Mr. Trotter," Mr. Benson snapped. "Mr. Trotter," he bellowed, slapping the board again with a yardstick.
By Bryan R..5 years ago in Humans
Smoking Sensation
After the age of 35, men in the Midwest become obsessed with smoking meats. Think about it. I know it’s a generalization – and a broad one at that, but its true and anyone reading this knows it. If you have been to the backyard of an adult male living in Gods Country, I guarantee you can visualize the bbq contraption, the bragging about their signature brisket, the discussion of internal temperatures, and the debate of Traeger vs Green Mountain Grill. Further, tell me that you have not seen a dad open their smoker to check their meat, get consumed by a billow of smoke and then utter the phrase “oh yeah! That’s some good meat right there”. It’s a universal experience and one that we all benefit from.
By Abigail Freeman 5 years ago in Humans