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The Impractical Jokers review
The Impractical Jokers otherwise known as the Tenderloins is a damn hilarious comedy trio who have a successful prank comedy show on Tru tv, sometimes I leave the television on Impractical Jokers all day. The Impractical Jokers are Q, Sal, and Murr. There used to be a fourth Joe but he left the show for personal reasons however Joe and the rest of the boys are still friends and although Joe is not on screen he is still involved with the show. At the start of each show there is always a warning or a disclaimer that the impractical jokers are four lifelong friends who compete to embarrass eachother and actually they have been and remain real life long friends who like the disclaimer says that the impractical jokers are just that and the show is chock full of graphic stupidity and hilarious comedy gold.
By Revista Miko:XCI about a month ago in Humor
What a Blue Rope, a Parking Ticket, and a Hearing Aid Have in Common
Lamppost, Pregnancy Test, Tie, Strawberries A blue rope was tied to the lamppost. Two knots. The dog’s front paws were half an inch off the ground, hind legs braced, no sound in its throat. The volunteer cut the rope. It didn’t run. It lay where it was, urine running down its hind leg. The volunteer wrapped it in a blanket and put it on the back seat of the car. The blanket was grey with cat hair.
By Jinabout a month ago in Humor
Five Yorkshire Stories That Will Make You Smile This Week
Yorkshire: Five Stories On 27 September, Kevin Sinfield will leave Hull for the first of seven ultra-marathons. He plans to run from Hull to Manchester over seven days, finishing at the Super League Grand Final on 3 October. Along the way he will visit all 12 English Super League grounds. He is wearing a white hooded jacket over an orange and blue T-shirt printed with charity logos and a blue number seven. A bald man in a matching T-shirt will run behind him. Sinfield wants to sell 7,777 pairs of sports socks for MND charities. The number seven honours Rob Burrow, his former Leeds Rhinos teammate, who lived with motor neurone disease for four and a half years and died in June 2024. Sinfield has raised more than £11 million for MND causes. "If we all do a tiny bit, it goes a long, long way," he said. The socks come in pairs, go into bags and then into the post. He wants to sell seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven of them.
By Jinabout a month ago in Humor
The Confidence Epidemic
The Pompous Post dispatched a field reporter to investigate an alarming shortage of common sense. His findings raise more questions than they answer…
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
B's Of the Big Bad Bald Guy
What should I write about today, John? The three B's! Breakfast, backrub and a bj! Anything else? Well, boobs, and behinds? And? Bikes, bed, brunch, brownies, a bunch of things, all that start with B!
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Humor
Everything Is Fine
There is something reassuring about waking up in the morning, pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and spending the first few quiet minutes of the day discovering all the new and exciting ways civilization has apparently gone off the rails while you were sleeping.
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
The Mathematics Are Clearly Not Mathing
Humanity has accomplished some impressive things. We have split the atom, mapped the human genome, landed machines on Mars, photographed black holes, and created tiny computers powerful enough to access virtually all accumulated human knowledge while sitting on the toilet.
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
Man vs Woman...
This story is based on true events from my personal life during my years in Mauritius. The incidents described here were inspired by real experiences in and around Grand Baie and were originally written in 2012. While some details have been adapted for storytelling purposes, the humour, atmosphere, and many of the situations are drawn directly from life as I experienced it.
By Christian Bassabout a month ago in Humor
Beasts of Burden
There was a time when romance required very little infrastructure. At twenty-three, you could meet somebody at a party, stay out until two in the morning, eat something from a food truck whose health inspection certificate appeared to have been printed during the Carter administration, and then fall asleep on a couch containing three failed springs and a decorative pillow shaped like a beer can. You woke up six hours later feeling terrific, and went to work without showering.
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
Let Freedom Rain!
Let freedom rain! Beautiful, isn’t it? It sounds patriotic. Stirring, even. You can practically hear an orchestra swelling in the background while an eagle flies over a wheat field and somebody slowly raises an American flag.
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
A Brief Investigation Into Why Everything Costs Exactly What They Said It Wouldn’t...
Did you ever notice that the price of something is increasingly becoming the one amount of money you can be absolutely certain you will not pay?
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
The Bionic Herald Declares War on the Gray Lady
On my first day at The Bionic Herald, I was told three things: Never mention “clickbait” in front of the editor-in-chief. Never praise the New York Times within earshot of the copy desk. And never, under any circumstances, ask why the office espresso machine is labeled “Pulitzer Fuel.”
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor