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I Am at Least as Effective at Delivering Parcels as Evri. Top Story - September 2026.
My inbox is awash with spam emails offering me clothes of all different shapes and sizes. There are times when I wonder whether the internet knows me at all. For example, I have never once shown even a passing interest in a pair of leather flares, I do not need an illuminated bomber jacket (yet), and I already own more shoes than I know what to do with.
By Ben Etchells-Rimmer2 months ago in Humor
IF WE WERE LIKE THE COMMERCIALS
IF WE WERE LIKE THE COMMERCIALS Heaven forbid!! ** I’ll begin this little rant with one of the newer commercials: ZzzQuil . The wife lies beside her husband and whispers: “Every night he can’t sleep.” As he’s dozing off, she all but shouts, “BUT NOT TONIGHT!!”
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Humor
Sax And Violins. Content Warning.
Introduction I wasn't sure what this piece was going to be. It is about plays on words, innuendo, and more, but would be a playlist, a poem, a story, or just some observations and I think it will be the final one with one or two songs thrown in.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 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
DISCLAIMER
A lot of the content on this blog is extreme, offensive, and extremely offensive. Sorry. I am a vulgarian, I wish I wasn't, but I am. What's more: I have always been a vulgarian. I think it's because, where my parents' generation got Monty Python and The Beatles, my generation got South Park and Eminem; frankly, I think us millennials got a raw deal as far as that goes (and also housing, and the job market, and the environment, so on and so forth). The influence of such crass media has irreparably tainted my mind, so much so that, while doing some routine cleaning, I started singing "hello penis my old friend; I've come to blow six guys again" to the tune of Simon and Garfunkle's Sound of Silence . Other hits include "cut my wife into pieces, I told her to abort" to the tune of Last Resort by Papa Roach, and "chickity China, the Chinese wiggers, you play a dope beat and the slopes start spitting" to the tune of One Week by Barenaked Ladies. I am not proud of this, and I alternate between making myself laugh out loud, and slamming my car door against my head to try and put an end to these retarded thoughts.
By INSANITY PROPER2 months ago in Humor
Four Things Humanity Has Never Properly Explained
Human civilization has accomplished some remarkable things. We split the atom. We landed people on the moon. We built machines capable of seeing galaxies billions of light-years away. Somewhere, at this very moment, scientists are using supercomputers to model the origins of the universe. And yet, three plastic clothes hangers placed side by side in a closet can still form a knot that no living mathematician could explain.
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
SHE LIKED TO DANCE
SHE LIKED TO DANCE So she danced ** For four-and-a-half years, my life was beyond busy. I truly had no time for myself. Oh, I’m not complaining, not by a long shot. You see, from January 1, 2012, to October 6, 2016, I’d been taking care of my invalid mom. Mom was unable to walk – heck, mom couldn’t even stand on her own. For the first two years, mom was able to feed herself. We held many interesting conversations. Then the dementia set it. It didn’t take long to ravage her body and mind.
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Humor
An Investigation Into the Private Behavior of Otherwise Respectable Adults
Human beings are dignified creatures. We wear clothing. We use silverware. We attend meetings. We shake hands. We say things like, “Wonderful seeing you again,” even when we have absolutely no recollection of who we're talking to. Civilization depends upon maintaining this image. But civilization has one enormous weakness: sometimes we're alone... And the moment a human being becomes reasonably certain nobody is watching, approximately 40,000 years of social development disappears.
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
