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Growing Up in a Poverty Mindset Household
Motel hotel... I had only stayed in low cost motels all my life and when I went on a band trip and we stayed in a nice hotel I was weirded out. Why was the room so big? Why was the bathroom clean? Why was there no moldy donuts in the vending machine?
By Seashell Harpspring 2 months ago in Humor
I Wonder What the X-Men Do in a Heat Wave. Content Warning.
I wonder what the X-Men do in a heat wave. I realise this as I realise the lock on my bedroom door in my college dorm has swollen shut as the metal has expanded. And the windows are barred because of the time Tina from Humanities got slightly inebriated after drinking her stomach’s capacity of tequila and tried to jump out the window.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Humor
Things We All Pretend We Know How to Do
There comes a point in every person's life when you realize something deeply unsettling about adulthood: nobody knows what they're doing. As children, we assumed adults possessed information unavailable to us. They understood mortgages. They could balance a checkbook without asking anyone for help. They knew which wrench to use and the names of both screwdriver types. (Phillips, flathead) They could determine whether a melon was ripe simply by touching it. They could stand beside a broken car, stare into the engine compartment, and somehow diagnose the problem through facial expressions alone. Then we became adults and discovered the terrible truth: they're bluffing. We're all bluffing...
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
THE READING OF UNCLE HAROLD'S POEMS
Ninety-eight degrees, no air conditioning, full funeral clothes, and forty-one notebooks of poetry about sheep. That was Uncle Harold's will. Show up, sit through every single poem out loud, or lose your inheritance to a sheep sanctuary. Harold loved sheep more than he loved his own family, and he wanted everybody to know it one last time from the grave.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Humor
Japan Is Trying to Cook Me Alive!
I always believed I understood hot weather. I grew up in Cameroon, so I have spent plenty of time under an unforgiving sun. I know what heat feels like. I know what sweat feels like. I know what it means to stand outside and immediately regret wearing clothes that require ironing.
By Ajan Lori A. 2 months ago in Humor
Jell-O Shots Didn't Help. Winner in Too Hot for This Challenge.
I peeled off my clothes one inch at a time, the sweat plastered on me making it difficult. Once my pants and undies were off, I snapped the blinds shut, then flung my bra and T-shirt across the room. Lifting my breasts, I swiped a palm beneath and felt the sweat, shaking it from my hand, watching it spiral outward.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Humor
Heat Makes Everyone Weird. Top Story - August 2026.
“All this rock and concrete is making me eggboiled, HEEHEE!” She swept the sweat from her hairline with the back of her hand, then pressed a tissue against her scotch‑tired eyes. She could’ve used the tissue for both, but she didn’t care. Her features were magnificent, and her head was small.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Humor
One Flight at a Time. Runner-Up in Too Hot for This Challenge.
There is nothing worse than being a little overweight and having to deal with the heat. And living in West Texas? The heat isn't exactly forgiving. When it's over 100 degrees outside, the air is dry, hot, and relentless. You can walk from the building to your car and feel like you've just stepped into an oven.
By Silvia C Corella3 months ago in Humor
