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So, they sat around a table with condensation on it, smoking and joking. The laughter ricocheted off the walls and sounded like bursts from trumpets. Their shirts remained damp; they toweled off from the blazing heat. It didn’t matter. The sweat congregated at their temples, their foreheads, their armpits. The smell of liquor permeated the air and almost made it hotter.
By Sky Saunders3 months ago in Humor
I Don’t Trust Anyone Who Answers the Phone Anymore...
There was a time, long ago, in a gentler and more naïve civilization, when the sound of a ringing phone meant something simple. It meant someone wanted to talk to you. That time is dead… Murdered. Buried beneath an avalanche of robocalls, extended warranties, suspicious silences, heavy breathing, and one deeply committed individual who keeps asking if you’ve considered switching to solar power, even though you live in a forest yurt, and haven’t seen the sun since 2009.
By The Pompous Post3 months ago in Humor
The Fall of the House of Fahrenheit. Runner-Up in Too Hot for This Challenge. Top Story - August 2026.
Author's Note I wrote this story as a lighthearted tribute to Edgar Allan Poe, borrowing his dark, dramatic tone and nineteenth-century storytelling style for a tale that's far less haunted by ghosts than by a relentless summer heat wave. While the voice may feel akin to, the story itself is entirely original and meant as a bit of Gothic fun.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Humor
I Audited My Own Thoughts and Found Most of Them Unnecessary...
In the interest of self-improvement, clarity, and whatever passes for accountability these days, we at The Pompous Post decided to conduct a full internal audit. Not of finances, nor productivity… nor of anything useful, but that’s beside the point. We decided to audit our thoughts! Well, one of us did; the other just read it and laughed.
By The Pompous Post3 months ago in Humor
THE SILENT TRAGEDY OF MEN IN THEIR 40s & 50s WHO SAY “NOICE”...
I. A NATION IN PERIL (AND WE DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE….) Across America, in living rooms decorated with mismatched throw pillows and half-assembled IKEA furniture, something tragic is unfolding. Something subtle. Something insidious. Something… deeply disturbing and quite frankly, unnecessary.
By The Pompous Post3 months ago in Humor
COLOR THEORY: THE GREAT BEIGE CONSPIRACY
Growing evidence suggests that the modern world has entered a full-blown chromatic meltdown. What once was simple - red, blue, yellow, green, white, black, tan - has been replaced by a sprawling, pretentious, psychologically destabilizing riot of color names so ridiculous, they should require a warning label.
By The Pompous Post4 months ago in Humor
