humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
...was that you?
Fact: We are all weapons of mass destruction: We all carry the bomb and every time we eat or drink something there is a chance we will detonate that bomb. We don’t know when or where, we just know it’s going to happen and according to scientists, it happens 20-30 times a day. Start counting.
By Jeanine Williams6 years ago in Humans
Ten things Covid-19 has created that need naming. Top Story - August 2020.
Ever since Coronavirus, Covid-19, the Rona, or whatever you want to call it, came into our lives, things have been different – drastically different. Every day has become a collection of disconnected socially awkward moments with once simple tasks becoming a massive ball ache to achieve.
By Leo Dis Vinci6 years ago in Humans
I can’t catch a break
I Can’t Catch a Break I sit there; hands gripping the steering wheel tighter by the second. A volcanic eruption of anger shoots through my nervous system. I’m losing patience for the cars in front of me moving in funeral procession style. The driver behind me honks the horn of a tan colored 2016 Toyota Camry. I menacingly look in my rearview mirror to identify the unfortunate soul. A blond woman appearing to be in her mid to late twenties sits pouting. I think to myself “she must know that I can’t move any more forward than she can.” She is attractive, however today her idiotic sense of reasoning has morphed her into a troll.
By Tuye' Naphtali6 years ago in Humans
The lie (for the hard times)
Well, ladies, gentlemen, and children of all ages, I was told to tell a lie. So, I’m here to tell you about my walk for milk. To be honest, it was the most treacherous thing I have ever done. I got up, as I would any day, the time was a quarter till five. I decided to stay up since my alarm goes off at five and right away, I felt off. It is the same feeling you get when you have a test or court date. Despite it all I got up and noticed my floor was far from me. I didn’t know if I was on something, or if it was real. All I knew was I had to do something about it. I crawl to the edge of the bed, which wasn’t easy since I’m huge. Once there I creep down, but I can’t reach the ground. So, I call for lucky to throw me a rope. Lucky is my dog who sleeps in my bed.
By Anthony Sanders6 years ago in Humans
6 HYSTERICAL WAYS TO ANNOY YOUR HUSBAND
I will be the firsts to admit , I love to annoy my husband. On most days I am just bored and need something to give me amusement. Like while your husband is in the shower, getting a whole bunch of flour and throwing it on him while he is still in the shower. And then run away laughing and laughing. And then upon finding his underwear on the floor you take chocolate pudding and smear that into the middle of those underwear. To make sure it looks like he------ his pants. Funny stuff right. I thought so. Well if you are ready I will let you have a list of my favorite things to do that annoy your husband.
By Adriane Kirby6 years ago in Humans
Pokémon Go vs Sex
Do you guys remember Pokemon Go? When that was like a global unification app, after Twitter. My (then) boyfriend was OBSESSED with it. We were about to have sex, I mean we were seconds away one time and his phone got a notification. He stopped and checked it.
By Mae McCreery6 years ago in Humans
Smile When You Say That
Well, it’s happened to me again, and I still don’t understand it. This time, I was in the bakery of my local supermarket, scanning the doughnuts, when suddenly view was cut off by a squat, bald man who had been talking to another woman. I moved aside and continued my sugar selection, when I heard a squat, bald voice say, “Smile. It can’t be all that bad.”
By Roberta Carly Redford6 years ago in Humans
The Midnight Snack
The Midnight Snack. My fingers tremble as I type I can scarcely believe a woman of my intelligence could find herself in this position. It is the seventh night in which my conscience robs me of peace. The bed sheets are knotted and damp with sweet perspiration. Instead of counting sheep I am counting wolves. A pack of wolves hot on the heel of their prey and it is me that they are hunting. Then I feel the warm breath on the back of my neck and it is then that I fall back down into my body deprived of sleeps sweet lullaby.
By Belladonna Eve Lamorte6 years ago in Humans
