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Why the Internet Can't Stop Arguing About 100 Guys Fighting a Gorilla
🧠 The Dumbest Smartest Question on the Internet One day, somewhere deep in a Reddit thread, someone asked the forbidden question:
By Benedict Makauabout a year ago in Humor
I Never Loved Him
Chapter 1 : The Silence After the Rain I'm sitting in the quiet kitchen, a cold cup of tea in my hands. The rain taps softly against the windows. It feels like it’s trying to wash away the memories—or cleanse them, dissolve them into the grey sky. But some memories don’t fade. Especially not the ones burned into your heart like a brand.
By JEREMIE TCHINDEBEabout a year ago in Humor
My boyfriend died today
My boyfriend died today. No flowers, no tears, no sad violin music. Just a peaceful death… in my head. He’s not in a grave. He’s on the blocked list — same thing, really.
By Nora Arianaabout a year ago in Humor
Line of Fire-The India-Pakistan Conflict
In the cold heights of the Kargil district in northern India, the summer of 1999 was far from ordinary. What should have been a season of melted snow and returning tourists turned into one of the fiercest battlegrounds between two nuclear-armed neighbors—India and Pakistan.
By BILAL KHANabout a year ago in Humor
The Foolish Thief
A young man named Apang lived in a village. He was very foolish and useless. His mother used to scold him all the time for his foolishness. But it did not even fall on his ears.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Humor
Meet My Family: A Walking, Talking Comedy Show
Families come in all shapes, sizes, and levels of loudness—but mine? We’re like a sitcom that never got canceled. I don’t know whether we should be on TV or under observation, but one thing’s for sure: we’ve turned everyday life into a full-blown comedy routine.
By Leesh lalaabout a year ago in Humor
WHY I SHOULD NEVER BE LEFT ALONE IN THE KITCHEN
I’ve always believed that cooking is an art. Unfortunately, I’m the kind of artist whose paintings get accidentally sold as “modern abstract fire hazards.”
By Leesh lalaabout a year ago in Humor
The Book of Mormon the Musical: A Theatre Review
The theatre is renowned for pushing the boundaries through its irreverent humour and musical satire. The Prince of Wales Theatrical production of The Book of Mormon the musical did exactly this for me.
By Jessica Mooreabout a year ago in Humor
Anesthesiologist Jokes: Laughing Through the Pain-Free Zone
Anesthesiologists may be known for their serious work in the operating room, but behind the scrubs, they’re just like any other professional—ready to share a laugh. Whether you’re a medical professional, a patient, or just someone who appreciates a good laugh, these anesthesiologists jokes are sure to bring a smile to your face.
By JokeJesterabout a year ago in Humor
The Day I Stopped Chasing Happiness
I was raised to believe that if I just worked hard, made smart choices, and followed the plan, happiness would come—like a prize waiting at the end of a long, exhausting race. So I ran. I ran through school, through burnout, through bad relationships, and through all the signs my body and mind gave me to slow down.
By BILAL KHANabout a year ago in Humor
LOL Out Loud: 100+ Hilarious Jokes for All Ages
Q&A Jokes Q: Why did the bicycle fall over? A: It was two-tired! Q: What do you call cheese that isn't yours? A: Nacho cheese! Q: Why can’t your nose be 12 inches long? A: Because then it would be a foot! Q: What do you call a bear with no teeth? A: A gummy bear! Q: Why don't eggs tell jokes? A: They'd crack each other up. Q: What lights up a soccer stadium? A: A soccer match. Q: What did the big flower say to the little flower? A: "Hey, bud!" Q: Why did the golfer bring two pairs of pants? A: In case he got a hole in one. Q: What do you get when you cross a snowman with a dog? A: Frostbite. Q: Why can't Elsa have a balloon? A: Because she’ll let it go! 😂 One-Liner Jokes I used to play piano by ear, but now I use my hands. I told my computer I needed a break, and now it won’t stop sending me vacation ads. Parallel lines have so much in common… it’s a shame they’ll never meet. I would avoid the sushi — it’s a little fishy. I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down! I stayed up all night wondering where the sun went… then it dawned on me. I only know 25 letters of the alphabet — I don’t know y. I don’t trust stairs. They’re always up to something. I’m friends with all electricians — we have good current connections. I asked the librarian if the library had books on paranoia… she whispered, “They’re right behind you.”
By Saqib Ullahabout a year ago in Humor
The Great Water Balloon War. AI-Generated.
Hey there, I’m Lily! I’m 8 years old, and I love summer because that’s when my family gets extra silly. Last Saturday, we had the funniest backyard water balloon fight ever, and it turned into a total mess—but the best kind of mess! My big brother Max, who’s 11, my Dad, my Mom, and even our neighbor Mr. Jenkins got involved. Grab a towel, because this story’s about to get wet! ‎ ‎It all started when Dad said, “It’s too hot today—let’s have a water balloon fight!” Max and I cheered so loud, our dog, Boomer, started barking. Mom ran to the store and came back with a giant pack of balloons—red, blue, yellow, all the colors of the rainbow. Dad set up a bucket in the backyard and started filling balloons with water, but he’s not very good at tying knots. The first balloon popped in his hands, splashing his shirt. “Well, that’s a start!” he laughed, shaking off the water like a wet puppy. ‎ ‎Max and I helped fill the balloons, but Max thought it’d be funny to squirt me with the hose while I wasn’t looking. “Max!” I shouted, dripping wet. He just grinned and said, “You’re ready for battle now!” Mom came out with a tray of lemonade, but when she saw us, she said, “Oh no, I’m not getting wet!” Famous last words, Mom! ‎ ‎We split into teams: me and Dad against Max and Mom. The rules were simple—throw balloons, try not to get hit, and have fun! Dad handed me a bright red balloon and whispered, “Let’s sneak up on Max.” We tiptoed around the picnic table, but Dad stepped on a squeaky toy Boomer left in the grass. *Squeak!* Max spun around and threw a blue balloon right at Dad. It hit him in the chest with a big *splat*, and water went everywhere! Dad flopped onto the grass, pretending to be “defeated,” shouting, “I’m melting!” I laughed so hard I dropped my balloon, and it popped on my sneakers. ‎ ‎Max was on a roll. He grabbed two balloons and chased me around the yard. I ran as fast as I could, but I tripped over the garden hose and did a funny tumble into the flowerbed. Petals flew everywhere, and I looked like a walking bouquet! “Nice one, Lily!” Max called, but then Mom got him back. She threw a yellow balloon, and it exploded on his head, making his hair stick up like a wet porcupine. “Mom!” he yelled, shaking his head and sending water drops flying. ‎ ‎Just when we thought it couldn’t get sillier, our neighbor Mr. Jenkins poked his head over the fence. He’s an older guy with a big mustache and always wears a funny straw hat. “What’s all the noise?” he asked, but before we could answer, Dad threw a balloon—by accident, I swear!—and it sailed over the fence. *Splash!* It hit Mr. Jenkins right in the hat! The hat flew off, water dripped down his mustache, and he stood there, blinking like a soggy owl. ‎ ‎We all froze, thinking he’d be mad, but then Mr. Jenkins burst out laughing. “Well, I guess I’m in the game now!” he said. He grabbed a hose from his yard, turned it on, and started spraying us over the fence! “Take that, team!” he shouted, waving the hose like a superhero. Mom screamed and ran, but the spray got her, and her ponytail looked like a droopy wet noodle. “I said I didn’t want to get wet!” she laughed, hiding behind the picnic table. ‎ ‎Dad wasn’t going to let Mr. Jenkins win. He filled a huge green balloon—the biggest one yet—and tossed it over the fence. It missed Mr. Jenkins and landed in his birdbath with a giant *sploosh*! Water shot up like a fountain, and a bird that was sitting there flew off, squawking like it was mad at us. Mr. Jenkins laughed so hard he had to sit down, his mustache wiggling like a caterpillar. ‎ ‎Back in our yard, Max had a sneaky plan. He filled a little bucket with water—not even a balloon, just a bucket—and sneaked up on Dad, who was busy throwing balloons at Mom. Max dumped the whole bucket over Dad’s head! Dad yelped, “Cold! Cold!” and did a funny dance, hopping around like he’d stepped on a bee. “You’re in big trouble, Max!” Dad said, grabbing a balloon and chasing him. ‎ ‎Max ran toward the kiddie pool we’d set up earlier, but he didn’t see Boomer lying in the grass. *Thud!* Max tripped over Boomer, who barked and jumped up, and Max landed in the pool with a big *splash*! The pool tipped over, and a wave of water washed over the picnic table, soaking the lemonade tray and all our sandwiches. “Our lunch!” Mom cried, but she was laughing too hard to care. ‎ ‎I saw my chance to be the hero. I grabbed the last balloon—a tiny purple one—and ran after Max, who was still sitting in the tipped-over pool. “Gotcha!” I yelled, throwing it right at him. It popped on his shoulder, and he flopped back, pretending to faint. “You win, Lily!” he said, sticking out his tongue like he was “dead.” Boomer ran over and licked his face, making Max giggle and roll around. ‎ ‎By now, we were all soaked—Mom, Dad, Max, me, even Mr. Jenkins, who was still spraying his hose and laughing. The backyard looked like a waterpark gone wrong: balloons everywhere, the picnic table dripping, sandwiches floating in a puddle, and Boomer shaking off water like a furry sprinkler. We all sat down on the grass, out of breath and giggling like crazy. ‎ ‎Mom looked at the soggy sandwiches and said, “Well, I guess we’re ordering pizza for lunch!” Dad high-fived me and said, “Best water balloon war ever!” Mr. Jenkins turned off his hose and called over the fence, “Next time, I’m bringing my secret weapon—a super soaker!” We all cheered, even though we were shivering and covered in grass. ‎ ‎When the pizza arrived, we ate it on the porch, wrapped in towels, still laughing about the war. Max kept saying, “I looked like a porcupine!” and Dad did his “cold dance” again to make us laugh. I think that day was the most fun we’ve ever had—splashes, slips, and all! Now every time it’s hot, we grab balloons and get ready for another backyard battle. But next time, we’re hiding the sandwiches first! ‎!
By Fahad Ghaniabout a year ago in Humor