humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
That One Time When I Bought a Date for Homecoming
Did I ever tell you about that one time when I bought a date for homecoming? No? Well I'm not all that surprised because this is a strange story that I don't tell all that often. Let's get into, though, because why not?
By Tyler Wittenbrook4 years ago in Humans
That One Time When I Ran Into a Fence
Did I ever tell you about that one time when I ran into a fence? Oh ok well let me tell you. So this was when I was in fourth grade, ok? I'm outside, in the backyard, playing wiffleball with my brother. Ok so picture this: we got a fence around our backyard, but then we got this like side yard thing next to the house. Ok and for some reason, my brother and I are playing on different sides of the fence. I'm inside the fence, in the backyard. My brother is outside the fence, in the side yard. You following so far?
By Tyler Wittenbrook4 years ago in Humans
Stories from an Old Man (Pt. 1)
I may not be old yet, but I'm probably getting there. When I was a young man, I enjoyed the challenge of talking up a story and stretching and bending the facts to see how crazy I could make it, while still making things believable. Eventually, reality caught up with me and I realized that I don't have to stretch or bend the truth. Life is full enough of good stories, perfect as they happen.
By Rik Kluessendorf4 years ago in Humans
My Tinder date vol.1
Sooo, welcome! I'm sure at this day and time most of us have been drawn to the "almighty" matchmaker Tinder (or is it?)! Is it due the curiosity what's the fuss about or feeling lonely or just needing a rebound; whatever the reason you signed up, there's no judgement coming from here. I personally signed up because I guess I felt a bit lonely and I also wanted to meet new people (yes, I naively thought that I can make some friends through the app, I am wiser now, I think..).
By Holly Smith4 years ago in Humans
I Never Have to Mow the Lawn Again
I am married to a perfectionist. When he mows, the yard resembles Torrey Pines Golf Course during a championship round, a true art form. After he delicately maneuvers the mower over the rich, green blades, friends comment that he missed his calling to be a stylist; his skills rival Vidal Sassoon.
By Brenda Mahler4 years ago in Humans
Gas Station Milk Bath
Gas stations: I hate them. I will wait until my tank is on ‘E’ before I will go fill up, not for any political or ideological reasons, nor due to any superstition or laziness, but because when I was nine years old, I was covered head to toe in gasoline outside of a Shell station. Here’s the story… Mom decided today I was on ‘Gas Pump Duty’, a title I was eager, yet hesitant to take on, as she went inside to purchase her two cartons of “Virginia Slims”, as was her bi-weekly tradition. She got started with all the ‘heavy lifting’, pulling in and out the credit card, selecting the grade of gas, and putting the pump into the car, then left me with the simple task of “just holding the handle down without letting go, until it stops”. She even explained how EASY it was; all I had to do was hold onto the handle until it clicks…
By Bryan Powell4 years ago in Humans