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Alarm Clocks Are Gaslighting Me...
Good morning, dear readers! Or should I say “bad morning,” because if you’re reading this, you probably woke up to the soul-piercing shriek of your alarm clock. You know the one. The device you trusted to gently usher you into consciousness, but instead ambushes you like a SWAT team breaking down your door at 6:00 a.m.
By The Pompous Post5 months ago in Humor
Ramesh and the Talking Goat
In the small, sun-drenched village of Bhatkpur, where roosters crowed like they had something to prove and the chai was always just a little too sweet, lived a man named Ramesh.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Humor
The Goat Election
In the quiet village of Chikni Dhani, elections had always been a loud, dramatic affair. But this year, something unexpected happened. Something… goaty.
By meerjanan5 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
*The Great Mango Heist*
In the thick of a July afternoon, when the sun hung heavy and the air smelled like warm earth and ripe fruit, the mango trees of Ahmedpur wore their golden bounty with pride. And none shone brighter than Haji Saab’s ancient Chaunsa tree—its branches sagging under the weight of mangoes so sweet, people swore they could make a grumpy uncle crack a smile.
By meerjanan5 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
When Dinner Went to War
It started with the peas. I’d been microwaving leftover shepherd’s pie, minding my own business, when the green traitors rolled off my fork and onto the table. One of them bounced to the floor, and I swear I heard it mutter, “Tonight’s the night.”
By Haris Raheem5 months ago in Humor
The Marriage Proposal Mix-Up
In the heart of Gulab Nagar—a town where news travels faster than a scooter with a flat tire—lived a young man named Shani. At 26, he was what you might call selectively ambitious. He could nap for eight hours straight without interruption, debate the best chai spot in town for hours, and had once written a 10-page essay on why socks are overrated. But when it came to jobs? He preferred to “explore his options.”
By meerjanan5 months ago in Humor
The Quiet Rebellion - How Introverts Weaponize Silence to Reshape a Noisy World. AI-Generated.
Your social stamina wasn’t forged in team-building retreats; it crawled from a 40,000-year-old cave where Og the Introvert discovered nodding beat shouting. While his extroverted brother Ugh died mid-roar ("SABERTOOTH! LEFT!"), Og survived by perfecting the art of strategic silence. This evolutionary fluke birthed humanity’s greatest stealth advantage: the power of purposeful quiet. Fast forward to today, where your ability to disappear into a book at a wedding is Darwinian excellence.
By Joe Brown5 months ago in Humor
when all apps start to function similarly.
Opening Instagram used to be like leafing through a bright, sunny scrapbook. You would browse among artistically frothed lattes, meticulously framed sunsets, and occasionally a pet dressed for Halloween. A three-minute culinary lesson, an odd dance challenge, a "duet" in which someone responds to another video, and—wait, was that a shopping advertisement?
By Echoes of Life5 months ago in Humor
“The Misadventures of Mr. Bashir’s Goat”
In the sleepy village of Chamanpur, where the rooster crowed like a clock and the gossip traveled faster than the wind, lived a man named Mr. Bashir. He was a man of stature—both in height and in self-opinion. With a thick, well-groomed mustache that curled at the ends like a vintage cartoon villain’s, and a waistcoat that strained just a little too hard across his belly, Bashir carried himself like a man who’d never lost an argument.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Humor
Loyalty Cards, Punch Cards, and Other Ways I’ve Sold My Soul for a Free Smoothie...
Dear Consumer of Questionable Judgment and Excellent Taste... At some point in modern history, we collectively decided that our eternal devotion could be purchased for the low, low price of one free coffee after ten visits. And like moths to a punch-card-shaped flame, we said, “Yes. Take my loyalty. Take my email. Take my identity. I want that medium iced latte with oat milk and the crushing weight of consumer debt.”
By The Pompous Post5 months ago in Humor