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Ms. Gloria and the Case of the Missing Cake
Ms. Gloria was famous in her neighborhood for one thing: her cake. It wasn’t just any cake. It was a rich, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate cake with layers of velvety frosting that could turn even the most stoic person into a dessert enthusiast. Every year, without fail, Ms. Gloria baked it for the neighborhood bake sale, and it was always the first thing to sell out.
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Humor
Minimalism Ruined My Life (But at Least I Have One Chair)
Greetings from the echoing cathedral that is my living room, where the acoustics are immaculate because there is nothing in here except me, a succulent named Trevor, and the one chair I kept “for guests.” I am living proof that you can declutter your way straight into a spiritual crisis and still have to stand while eating cereal. Minimalism promised me serenity. It delivered shin splints from all the standing. Behold my cautionary tale...
By The Pompous Post5 months ago in Humor
"Mars Rover Finds...Itself"
It was the mission that nobody expected—and frankly, nobody quite believed when the news broke: the Mars rover, Curio, had found itself. Yes, you read that right. The robotic explorer, tirelessly trundling across the rusty Martian surface, had stumbled upon a Curio. On Mars. That looked exactly like Curio.
By Haris Raheem5 months ago in Humor
Miss Gloria Wins the Grand Prize
If you’ve never met Miss Gloria, picture a woman in her mid-60s with the confidence of a Vegas showgirl, the determination of a tax auditor in April, and a wardrobe made entirely from second-hand store “treasures” that look like they’ve been designed by a colorblind flamingo. She lives in a little town called Maplewood, population 2,041 — although, as she likes to remind everyone, “it should be 2,042, but Harold Jenkins doesn’t count because he never leaves his house.”
By Haris Raheem5 months ago in Humor
I Cut My Finger With a ‘Chainsaw’
You know those days when everything that could go wrong decides to throw a wild party and invite your clumsiness as the guest of honor? Well, mine started with a chainsaw. Yes, a chainsaw. And no, I’m not a lumberjack, nor do I have any plans to become one. But apparently, the universe didn’t get that memo.
By Haris Raheem5 months ago in Humor
Growing Up in an Agro-Town
Growing up in an agro-town is like living inside a live comedy show, except the jokes are told by cows, tractors, and your eccentric neighbors — all without a script. If you’ve never experienced this, imagine a place where your morning alarm isn’t a buzzing phone but a chorus of roosters, where “rush hour” means a line of tractors trying to squeeze through the one-lane village road, and where the local gossip spreads faster than fertilizer in the spring.
By Haris Raheem5 months ago in Humor
Backwards Clock Shenanigans
One ordinary Tuesday morning, Jerry woke up to a strange sight: his living room clock was ticking backward. Now, Jerry wasn’t usually the type to jump to conclusions — he was a reasonably sane guy, after all — but seeing the clock hands move counterclockwise was enough to make him question if he’d somehow fallen into a parallel universe or just forgotten to take his glasses off before bed.
By Haris Raheem5 months ago in Humor
