Sarcasm
The Clamp
Once upon a time, in a small town called Quirksville, there lived a man named Fred. Fred was known for his uncanny ability to find himself in the most peculiar situations. No matter where he went or what he did, he seemed to be a magnet for bizarre circumstances.
By Balan Levinabout a year ago in Humor
Scenes From Our Italian Restaurant
If there is one thing and one person I love writing about, it's my late, great Nonna. My Italian grannie has already been the subject, partially or completely, of my pieces, Goodnight Nonna, Goodbye, One of the Main Links to My Family, Filomena, It Still Hurts, and Pastina - Quickest Route Back to Nonna's Kitchen. She was a gem of a person, and anyone who got to know her would agree. She was also a source of endless joy and laughter. That smile lit up a room.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Humor
Belts With Holes Are Dead
In one possible dystopian future the fall of man was brought about not by a nuclear holocaust or alien invasion, nor by a biological agent unleashing a zombie plague or a global economic collapse, but rather by an event so mundane, so random, so seemingly inconsequential that not even the wisest of men could have predicted it. This is the world of belts with holes are dead. A world ended when the last belt with holes suddenly disappeared from our planet earth. A hellish nightmarescape where the ability to keep one’s pants up even if they are too large is no longer an option for most. The rich seclude themselves in future belt enclaves where they live in relative luxury and wear whatever size pants within +/- two sizes they desire while the poor live in squalor, suffering from constant pants droppage or doing anything they can to just get by. The lowest of these, the so called “below the knee cutters” are the worst off by far. Their misery was so great that they actually took scissors to every pair of pants they owned and cut them off below the knees. Sick I know, do not read on if you are faint of heart. The only hope left are the so called Pioneers of Future Belts. Will they arrive in time to save our once beautiful planet and usher in a utopian paradise where everyone, regardless of means, can choose to wear whatever pants they want, no matter the waist size or inseam length? These stories represent the collected works of just some of the people who lived through those dark times. Pray their future does not become our own.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Humor
Grimace Shake's Meme Magic
Once upon a time in the bustling realm of the internet, there existed a humble character named Grimace Shake. With its goofy grin and wobbly demeanor, Grimace Shake was a beloved meme that had tickled the funny bones of netizens worldwide. But little did anyone know that this innocent joke was about to embark on a magical journey that would transform it into an internet phenomenon.
By Adewale Ojaleyeabout a year ago in Humor
Six Random Things We Believe As Kids That Are Untrue As Adults
I have decided that I am very irritated. Both with younger myself and with the (former) adults in my life. I say former because I am now, at least physically speaking, an adult myself. But seriously younger me, what the hell? You believed some very basic truths that you were either outright told or at the very least strongly hinted at. Such simple facts like "You can do whatever you want when you grow up", or "You can buy anything when you get a job of your own". Or a timeless classic "You can do anything you set your mind to". That one especially is such a "fuck you" to impressionable kids. We are set up for disappointment from the very beginning! Let's cover some of these untruths in a new kind of Random Pieces, shall we?
By CASEY FARTHINGabout a year ago in Humor
Moonlit Serenades: The Song of an Unlikely Crusader
Every time the moon is full, I find myself howling. It's not something I choose to do. Trust me, howling like a deranged werewolf at two in the morning from your cramped studio apartment isn't the best way to endear yourself to the neighbors. I've gotten enough noise complaints to start a bonfire. But what could I do? After all, it's not like there's a self-help book for nocturnal howlers like me.
By Evan Brownabout a year ago in Humor