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The Childish Version of Self-Respect
By the time I locked myself in the supply closet with the Costco jar of dill pickles and the volunteer sign-up clipboard I had very deliberately “forgotten” to leave out, the vinyl banner in the fellowship hall was already curling at the corners because somebody had used office tape instead of gaffer tape, which is how you can usually tell an institution talks a lot about values but not much about infrastructure.
By KURIOUSK5 months ago in Humor
Miami Beach and the Great Fabric Shortage: A Thong Gone Too Far?
FABRIC SCARCITY IN THE SUNSHINE STATE In a world where jeans once reigned supreme and “coverage” meant something, the state of Florida is having a thread famine. Places like Miami Beach decided to flip the script and the waistband. Somewhere between Key West boat ramps and the wild vortex known as Haulover Inlet, humanity is collectively experiencing “inattentional blindness” to fabric.
By The Pompous Post5 months ago in Humor
Jerald's Custom Order. Runner-Up in Sorry About That Challenge.
“Thank you for calling Angel Food’s Devil Cake Bakery. Our hours of operation are Monday through Friday 6am until 3pm and Saturday and Sunday 8am until 2pm. For information on our delicious homemade breads, cakes, and other goods press 1. To place an order for a custom cake press 2…”
By Amos Glade5 months ago in Humor
DATING APPS – THE USED CAR LOT OF LOVE (NOW WITH MORE MILEAGE AND LESS HOPE)
WELCOME TO THE DIGITAL AUTO MALL OF DESPAIR Welcome to modern romance, where love is no longer found in smoky bars or awkward setups from your aunt. It’s parked on a virtual lot next to a thousand other vehicles, all shouting: “Low mileage! Great paint job! Serious inquiries only!”
By The Pompous Post5 months ago in Humor
Gloria Moves to the Next Stage of Dealing with Diverticulitis
“Hello Patti, I’m here for my meeting with Mr. Olivier,” Trixie says as she walks into the reception area of Oliver Olivier Productions.
By Rick Henry Christopher 5 months ago in Humor
The Housing Market is on Fire... Literally. Rent Comes with Free Marshmallows Now.
Welcome, You Brave Homeless Souls Congratulations, reader. If you’re viewing this newsletter, it means you can still afford Wi-Fi… Cherish that… Because according to Zillow, the average rent for a one-bedroom apartment is now an arm and a leg, one functioning kidney, a vial of dragon’s blood, and three Funko Pops from 2018.
By The Pompous Post5 months ago in Humor
The Miss Gloria Hour: Is Taylor Swift Really Her Guest This Week?
“Trixie! What’s going on? Why are you calling me at three in the morning? I’ve gotta be up early. We have a big day.” “I am so sorry, Jason. I just received a phone call from Debbie. She's at Cedar Sinai. She tried calling you twice but you didn’t answer. She left you a few voicemails. Gloria is in the hospital.”
By Rick Henry Christopher 6 months ago in Humor
Duct Tape, Bubble Gum, and Baling Wire: The Poor Man’s Welding Torch
They say necessity is the mother of invention. But out here in the real world, it’s more like duct tape, bubble gum, and baling wire are the unholy trinity of emergency repair… and she is one tough mama.
By The Pompous Post6 months ago in Humor
𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓜𝓮. Content Warning.
A Letter Sent 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Humor
The Lighthouse Ending Explained
The Lighthouse is one of those rare horror movies that stays in your head long after the credits roll. It is disturbing, mysterious, and completely open to interpretation. The film follows two lighthouse keepers trapped on a remote island, cut off from the rest of the world. As the days drag on and the weather becomes worse, the isolation slowly destroys both men mentally. The younger man, Howard, becomes increasingly obsessed with the lighthouse itself, especially the glowing light at the top that Wake refuses to let him near. Wake, the older keeper, treats the light almost like it is sacred. He protects it, hides it, and acts as if Howard has no right to even look at it. As time passes, the two men begin drinking heavily, arguing constantly, and losing touch with reality. They start seeing things that may not even exist. Howard sees a mermaid on the shore. He has strange visions involving Wake, tentacles, and the man he once let die before arriving on the island. Wake himself seems less and less human as the story continues, almost transforming into some kind of sea creature or mythological monster. Things finally explode when the men realize that nobody is coming to take them home. Their time on the island has stretched far beyond what it should have been, and they are completely broken by the experience. Howard eventually snaps. He attacks Wake, kills him, and drags his body outside. Then comes the moment he has wanted the entire movie. Howard climbs the stairs to the top of the lighthouse and finally reaches the light. He opens it, touches it, and immediately begins screaming in pain. Moments later, he falls down the staircase. The final image shows Howard lying broken on the rocks while seagulls tear into his body. It is a shocking ending, but there are two major ways to interpret it. The first theory is that the movie is secretly inspired by the Greek myth of Prometheus. In that story, Prometheus steals fire from the gods and gives it to mankind. As punishment, Zeus has an eagle eat his organs every day for eternity.
By JAMES NECK 6 months ago in Humor
Why the Rich Never Tell White Lies After Labor Day
Every year, as the last rosé is chilled, the final seaplane taxis off to Aspen, and Labor Day folds its socially acceptable linen napkin, an ancient tradition quietly stirs among the elite: They stop telling white lies. Why you ask?
By The Pompous Post6 months ago in Humor
An Apology for Bringing the Squirrel into Church
Dear Members of First Self-Righteous Church, I write this with a humbled heart, a sore back, and a memory that replays in vivid, chaotic detail. I must apologize for bringing that squirrel into your church last Sunday. Every shriek, hallelujah, and blush-worthy confession began with my decision. I take full responsibility.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Humor