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The Unwritten Rules of Grocery Store Parking Lots...
Prologue: Lo, the Battlefield Lo, do I see before me, a kingdom of cracked asphalt and faded paint. A field where the strong prey upon the distracted, where carts roll like tumbleweeds across the prairie, and where no mortal leaves unscathed. This, my friends, is the grocery store parking lot… the true crucible of modern society.
By The Pompous Post6 months ago in Humor
Marty's Adventures With the Whoopee Cushion
Steve was sitting in the kitchen at the table reading the newspaper when Marty staggered in. Marty looked like he had been riding a horse for a week. "Hey, old buddy, what the hell is up with you? I was just about to head off to bed.”
By Calvin London6 months ago in Humor
A Florida Man’s Apology. Runner-Up in Sorry About That Challenge. Top Story - May 2026.
Dearest brother Matthew and ever-so-wise, breathtakingly beautiful and compassionate sister-in-law Nina, I hope that the two of you and sweet Peaches have begun to heal from the trauma I caused. Even though you wouldn’t accept my phone calls from jail, I must apologize, or I’ll never forgive myself.
By Bride of Sound6 months ago in Humor
It’s 11:59 PM on a Saturday… Guess What Just Broke?
It never happens on a Tuesday at 10:15 a.m. when the repair shop is open, the hardware store is stocked, and your neighbor Dave (who allegedly “knows about wiring”) is still awake. No, no… Life saves its most catastrophic breakdowns for the sacred hour between 11:59 p.m. Saturday and 2:00 a.m. Sunday, when every professional you might call is either asleep, closed, or at karaoke belting out a chorus of “Sweet Caroline.”
By The Pompous Post6 months ago in Humor
Waiting Rooms: Purgatory with Magazines from 1997
Welcome, fellow time travelers, to the place where minutes stretch into geologic eras, where coffee is both free and a cry for help, and where every decorative fern has seen things it will never unsee. Today, we stroll bravely into Waiting Rooms… those beige vestibules of destiny, armed with nothing but a pen on a chain and a blood pressure of “why am I sweating, it’s 68°F in here?”
By The Pompous Post6 months ago in Humor
I Fed One Cat
I want to begin by saying I’m sorry. I’m aware that starting this way may sound rehearsed, but it’s important to me that you know I recognize the inconvenience, and more than that, the distress, that has resulted from my actions. I should have spoken sooner. I should have explained things before they developed to their current scale. And for that, I sincerely apologize.
By Violet Hamilton6 months ago in Humor
Similarities Between ChatGPT and Therapists
Similarities Between ChatGPT and Therapists I used to hate going for therapy. Now I’m starting to hate using ChatGPT. If your prompt doesn’t give ChatGPT clear boundaries, you’ll think you accidentally booked a therapy session.
By Wamalwa Mayeku6 months ago in Humor
From Hot Yoga to Hot Bingo: A Field Guide to Accidentally Getting Old
Greetings, youthful spirits trapped in increasingly squeaky bodies! At some point in life, without any fanfare, warning signs, or commemorative plaque, we all make the quiet, shuffling transition from “fun and fearless” to “fun and mildly concerned about lower-back support.”
By The Pompous Post6 months ago in Humor
The Great Vocal Top Story Rubics:
Listen, you absolute lunatics of the keyboard. You’ve been staring at your screen, haven’t you? You’ve been mainlining caffeine until your pulse started playing the drum solo from "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida," all while refreshing your Vocal dashboard like it’s a ticker-tape machine predicting the apocalypse. You’ve written your hearts out. You’ve bled onto the digital parchment. You’ve curated sentences so beautiful they should be illegal in at least four states. And yet? Silence. Alone in the dark with thousands of other mysterious & faceless legions of the lexicon.
By Meko James 7 months ago in Humor
Miami Beach and the Great Fabric Shortage: A Thong Gone Too Far?
FABRIC SCARCITY IN THE SUNSHINE STATE In a world where jeans once reigned supreme and “coverage” meant something, the state of Florida is having a thread famine. Places like Miami Beach decided to flip the script and the waistband. Somewhere between Key West boat ramps and the wild vortex known as Haulover Inlet, humanity is collectively experiencing “inattentional blindness” to fabric.
By The Pompous Post7 months ago in Humor
