Laughter
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
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
Hydration
Dear Mom, I am sorry for what happened at school pickup on Tuesday when all the moms stared at you like you had brought a raccoon in your purse. I could tell something was wrong because Mrs. Kendall stopped smiling in the middle of her smile, which is not normal for her, and because you waved at people who did not wave back. I know that made things awkward, and I am writing this apology to make it better.
By Lori Armstrong6 months ago in Humor
Dude!!. Honorable Mention in Sorry About That Challenge.
I been looking for you everywhere to apologize. I know you're standing behind that door, so I'm just going to say it. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about how things went at your party. I didn't know that my mom's would come there looking for me, I didn't!
By John Scipio6 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
