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Planet Z-3000: The Peculiar Pollution Report
The sleek, chrome-plated scout ship, the Bureaucracy-Bot 5000, descended through a haze of what the onboard diagnostic system identified as "Suspended Atmospheric Particulates – Type 7 (Organic Decay & Hydrocarbon Byproducts)." Below, a swirling metropolis of towering structures, blinking lights, and an unnerving symphony of honks and rumbles unfolded.
By Mian Nazir Shah8 months ago in Humor
Why Do Jokes?
The Science, Smiles, and Smarts Behind Humor Ever wondered why do jokes we crack jokes, laugh at silly things, or even groan at a pun? Jokes aren’t just for giggles—they’re powerful tools for connection, healing, learning, and even survival. Sounds wild, right? But there's more to "funny business" than meets the eye.
By JokeJester8 months ago in Humor
Toaster Trouble Tango
It all began on a sunny Tuesday morning when Gary Thompson, a middle-aged insurance claims adjuster and full-time snack enthusiast, decided to make toast. This might seem like an ordinary event, but when Gary gets involved, nothing is ordinary. Especially not breakfast.
By Leesh lala8 months ago in Humor
Just Married Instagram Captions: Cute, Cheeky & Straight From the Heart
You did it. Rings are on, hearts are full, and you're officially hitched. Whether you’re still wearing your dress, holding champagne, or halfway to the honeymoon, it’s time to post that just married magic.
By JokeJester8 months ago in Humor
A story about a girl's school life.
I am sharing a shocking incident from a few days ago. I got a tuition from the media. I got the number from the media and talked to the guardian and went to his house. The address and house number that the guardian gave me were all wrong. Later, he asked us to go to a place and wait. It is worth mentioning that since it was the first day, my mother and I went to the student's house for a demo class. I couldn't find the house because I gave the wrong house number. Finally, he asked me to stand in one place and then asked us to go to his house. Sorry to him, we felt drunk when he saw the guardian. Then he showed us a house that looked like an abandoned house and said that this was his house. At first, we didn't want to go. Then we politely agreed since the guardian had come to receive us. Then we went to his house. Since it was afternoon, it was completely dark when we entered his house. Somehow, I turned on the flash of my phone and went to his room. We couldn't understand what to do after seeing this situation. Later, we went to his room. I addressed the guardian as uncle and asked if his wife was at home. He replied that she was at home. Later, after seeing his wife, we sat in his room. I asked the guardian why he was there, but he didn't give me any answer. He told me that this was his own house. My My heart started to pound. Why would someone who has their own house give the wrong address? Does anyone forget their own house number? Later, he said that his mother lives in the house next door, but it seemed that no one lives in the house next door. The room they let him stay in seemed like no one had lived in the house for a long time. Because there was a musty smell in the house, like when no one is home for a long time. I asked where their child was, whom I would teach. Their child never came to see us. As time went on, I was taking the name of Allah, and I was saying, "May Allah not give us any trouble. If you have done good in life, please save us this time with His help." We didn't want to sit there any longer, just a little longer. Later, the guardian asked me to sit down. We said that we would come and talk another day. We would leave today. He started asking us if anyone knew that we had come here. My mother and I said that my father was standing outside. And we are all from this area. We all know our I know. I have been talking to each other for a while. Their conversation and behavior are not helpful. I have not even seen my student. The student has not even come to see his new teacher once. Which is not usually the case. Even though I have been placed in a direct bed room, I have not seen the student or his books. Somehow, my mother and I have been going out for a while. I have been tutoring for about 6-7 years. Today is the first time I am studying in such a situation.
By Ratul Shrikh8 months ago in Humor
The Whispering Manuscript
In the autumn of 1987, Clara Voss discovered a manuscript that would unravel her understanding of creativity—and nearly cost her sanity. The story that follows is not about artificial intelligence. It is a reminder that some mysteries are too human to automate.
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Humor
