humor

"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "

Skindred Spirits
I’m an old tennis pro. Old enough that when I ran into my first tour doubles partner and we graced the court for the first time in years, he said, “Mac, you still got the wings but you ain’t got the wheels to get there anymore.”
By Race McKee5 years ago in Humans
Lament of a White Whale
Call me There She Blows. At least that’s what they call me. They are an interesting but baffling species. I still can’t fathom why they even come out here to sea, where they are so obviously fish out of water. I suppose that’s why they take the land with them. I can usually hear them from leagues away, their squawks vibrating through the skins of their floating islands, drumming the deep with their relentless chatter, and upsetting everyone’s peace of mind. Then, as their island draws nearer, their trees break the horizon, its leaves billowing white; and on the treetop, there’s always a loud one with a carrying voice; and when he sees me, he calls out my name. That’s their cue to hoot and howl and bumble over each other like a bunch of dopes. They call themselves men, but I call them very entertaining.
By Rock Han5 years ago in Humans
Coming Clean (Through My Shorts)
I don’t consider myself an easily embarrassed person, no matter how people probably wanted me to be, or saw me—too much body I didn’t know what to do with, awkward phase that lasted well into high school, being unabashedly into my favorite bands and fandoms while others were “casual” about their interests.
By Charlie Rae5 years ago in Humans
Bingo
I am laughing as I type this and I wonder how long this story will take to write as I start to tear up from the giggles. This is not my story to tell, but it has brought me so much joy that I have to share it. My mom does not mind me sharing even though it is definitely her most embarrassing moment from during my childhood, minus the flower shop, but that is a whole different story I may write about later.
By C.T. COLE5 years ago in Humans
Blind Boy
Around the time I was about eight or nine years old, we moved back to Mississippi and were living at my Grandmother's house. Mom and Dad has split and now it's my grandma, my mother, and my baby brother living at our family house in small town USA. My brother and I had shared a room since the time we were born, and I was at the age where I wanted my own room. I was beginning to feel myself and actually thought I was the man of the house.
By Ricky R Monroe II5 years ago in Humans
Grace
“We should’ve named you Grace.” My father coined this one-liner early in my childhood. I was gangly youngster, perpetually covered in paper cuts, mystery bruises, and mosquito bites. When I first met my grandmother—at two years of age—I greeted her with a face scabbed over from a fall. As soon as I could walk, I was clumsy. And man, did my dad love the subtle hilarity of sarcasm.
By Jordan Gilletti5 years ago in Humans
Here's my tongue!
Now, I have never been in the habit of going up to other people and sticking my tongue out at them. Do you do it, would you do it? Well, the answer to this question would probably (and most likely) be a resounding NO! I mean, it is not the most appropriate or acceptable activity to show off - certainly not a 'skill' to show all your friends!
By Jonathan Townend5 years ago in Humans
Tale of Two Highlander Hybrids
You might think this story begins in Scotland where the term highlander is synonymous with an inhabitant of the Highlands of Scotland but no it began in Fukuoka, Japan. It is about a mid sized SUV that arrived in my life one day in early August 2008. Little did I know the tag line of Toyota makes things better was going to be the motto of my life! I have had this car for 12 years and well over 250,000 miles so we have some stories to tell... buckle up!
By Loridawn Gordon5 years ago in Humans
A Gal's Best Friend
"It's freezing in here! This air feels like when I was stuck in that cargo truck for half a week in December. There's so much air. All this damn air--WHY IS IT SO COLD?--what is that SMELL?"
By Ryan Bingham5 years ago in Humans
Thumbletim
It doesn’t have to make sense. Just go with it. But this is bleeping crazy, right? There is a small, attractive man, in my drink.
By Ann Herrold5 years ago in Humans
Oh, the Merlot!
Here we are, another day gone amongst the chaos. The 'Clock Out' button nearly threw itself at me. My laptop made an indigant noise as it shut down, perhaps it will miss me this weekend.
By Forrest Wieseckel 5 years ago in Humans
Dinner and a Glass of Deceit
One drink too many at a Christmas party led to the worst date, and night, of Chelsea’s life. Maura, her new boss, and her coworker Sonia were lingering at her house after an evening of tedious mingling. Hosting the office Christmas party was a pain, but it was just one small sacrifice to make in exchange for getting on the good side of her office mates, Chelsea reminded herself. She sipped on a glass of wine as she struggled to remain awake. Stay focused, she thought as she willed herself to engage. A bad impression today could leave a lasting legacy in the worst way possible.
By K. Austin5 years ago in Humans