Laughter
Athletics Jokes: Running, Jumping, and Laughing Your Way to Fun
Athletics — whether it’s sprinting, jumping, throwing, or just plain running around — is a huge part of sports culture. But guess what? It’s not all sweat and serious athletics competition. There’s plenty of room for some good old-fashioned laughter, too!
By JokeJester9 months ago in Humor
Why are people so weird?
Let me start from the beginning, I remember it like yesterday. During my middle school days I was always the “weird kid”. I stayed by myself and basically was avoiding all conversations with any human beings. But one day I was sitting at a group table finna get ready to discuss a project we have been just assigned. I always thought the teacher hated me and knew I needed to step out my comfort zone cause I was in a group with some 100 percent extroverts. I’m talking about these people will seek any type of attention. They probably will be at they friend funeral and in the middle of a speech they gonna bladder out that they made the suit for the dead friend. Sound a little crucial but give you an idea of what type of people I’m dealing with. Anyways while we was discussing about the project ( by the way when I say we I meant them) we fumble across a problem about who gonna play the main role. Excuse my French but, HOLY SH!t that’s when the chaos started it was like three toddlers at the desk aguring who get to sit in the big boy chair and the rest get to stay on the floor. 20 minutes go by and we still have not made any progress on the project, in matter of fact I think the group of dummies made farther then we have far. So I realize that this was going to go on forever if I haven’t put my brains into the situation. So yes I spoke or as Neil deGrasse Tyson say I participate in discourse. I told them that we had until Friday to get this project done so we don’t have time to be yelling our vocal cords out on who gonna be who. I was so into the moment that I didn’t realize thats probably be the first time they heard me spoke that school year. It was quiet very quiet felt like some tragic had happen, felt like Cupid was shooting arrows but instead of love and feelings he was shooting arrows filled with confusion and discomfort at people. They sat there for like 20 seconds processing on what just happen like I was a caveman who was froze during the ice age and just spoke my first words since being unthawed. Finally they spoke, still sounded like they had just been hit with a flash bang but hey we getting somewhere. We was talking about who will be more fit into the roles (yes your heard me…we) and after 1 hour of plotting and planning I would glad to say there was a finish project on the table regardless rather its was good or not. Probably not the best stated out and organize but hey we work on what we had. We was discussing on who should have the main role and it ended up being yours truly me. Yep I know that was surprising and confusing cause despite having a very type of get out my face and choke on your own blood type of personality I was choosing to have the main role. Now before we go on I will like to announce that I was not fully committed on this role so when it’s was our go to present I sat there and look confuse on if they kidnap me and they said if I talk I will never see my kids again, not saying I have kids but you get my point. So we ended up getting a C on the project but hey I will gladly say that’s one step of moving out of my comfort zone and into the life of the people who chasing the American dream…sort of I guess.
By Michael Coleman9 months ago in Humor
Dreams, Sleepwalking & Late-Night Mafia Interrogations
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been living a rich, double life. By day: responsible adult (ish). By night: high-definition dream cinematographer, multilingual negotiator, occasional furniture rearranger. I’m basically Netflix, but weirder, cheaper, and with more nudity.
By Tina's Blossom Life9 months ago in Humor
The Great British Weather
Living in the UK has taught me one crucial thing: the word "rain" is not just a noun. It’s a verb, a lifestyle, a national identity, and quite possibly a religion. It rains. It was raining. It had been raining. It shall rain. It rains sideways. It rains in your soul. It's raining cats and dogs. It's spitting. It rains in your kitchen if your roof hasn’t been updated since the Thatcher era. We have 4 seasons in 2 hours.
By Tina's Blossom Life9 months ago in Humor
How to Manifest a Raise by Whispering Into a Mason Jar
I never believed in manifestation. Or chakras. Or anything that required gazing meaningfully into a candle while holding a feather. But that all changed the day I whispered into a mason jar and everything in my life exploded. In a good way. Mostly.
By The Pompous Post9 months ago in Humor
Hobby Collector or Hobby Abandoner? Yes
You know that feeling when you just know a new passion has entered your soul? You’re in bed, peacefully scrolling through Instagram or watching a relaxing DIY video on YouTube and BOOM — you’re convinced you were born to crochet. Or laser wood. Or make handmade candles shaped like forest animals.
By Tina's Blossom Life9 months ago in Humor
Dreams, Delusions & Discount Airline Tickets
Once upon a time, I looked up at the sky, squinted dramatically like a child in a 90s movie, and watched a plane slice through the clouds like butter. “Wow”, I thought, “flying must be the most magical thing in the world”.
By Tina's Blossom Life9 months ago in Humor
