Funny
D.E.A.R MARGARET
I've written and deleted this letter forty-seven times. I know you said you didn't want to hear from me again, and I'm respecting that, this letter is addressed to you, but I'm not sending it. I'm leaving it here, on your porch, in a waterproof envelope, with explicit instructions on the envelope that it should only be opened if: (a) something happens to me, or (b) you find out from someone else first, at which point my explanation will at least be on record. So this is not me trying to contact you. This is me creating plausible deniability while also ensuring you know the whole truth. I'm sure your therapist would have thoughts about that.
By Aarsh Malik6 months ago in Humor
The Bras Incident (I Regret Everything). Winner in Sorry About That Challenge. Content Warning.
Dear Angie, It's been a while, eh hen? We used to be as tight as a priest's pocket. I still think of you, frae time tae time. Ah understand why things had tae end between us, though—I really do. There's nae come back frae what went doon that night. Quite literally.
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Humor
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
Death of a Bromance.... Honorable Mention in Sorry About That Challenge.
What up, roomie! Hope you're having a great time on vacation. I think you said you were going to New Zealand with your parents for three weeks. Or maybe it was New Hampshire. Hell, I don't remember.
By Lamar Wiggins6 months ago in Humor
