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The Ambassador of Joy: Mickey Mouse
Mickey Mouse stands as a trailblazing character in the enchanting realm of animated cinema. Conceived by Walt Disney and Ub Iwerks in 1928, Mickey burst onto the screen in the timeless short film "Steamboat Willie," swiftly earning widespread acclaim. With his distinctive red shorts, iconic ears, and infectious smile, Mickey has evolved into a universal symbol of happiness and magic. This blog unravels the captivating odyssey of Mickey Mouse, delving into his illustrious history, unmistakable visage, and profound impact on popular culture and animation. For nearly a century, Mickey has been a source of joy, transcending age barriers. Join us in celebrating Mickey Mouse's enduring legacy, a testament to the boundless possibilities of human imagination.
By Cool Searches 2 years ago in Humor
Twists and Turns on Thalai Diwali: A Father's Advice Gone Awry"
Head Deepavani To the daughter's father who invited his daughter and groom for Thalai Diwali. *Take only your daughter now. We will send the groom later", said the boy's father, who also left with his daughter.
By Nandhini.M2 years ago in Humor
Why Gen X is the Worst Generation
I must say it appears that Gen X is the most annoying generation so far. I was born in the early 1970's so that means I am a Gen Xer and most of my generation are annoying, taking about a time that never existed. I thought the Baby Boomers and the Greatest Generation were annoying when I was a kid but Gen X takes the cake. They complain about Gen Z being weak, which I agree, but whose fault is that?
By Ferrari King2 years ago in Humor
haritaki Doctor
In a family from generation to generation, great-grandfather, grandfather, father and daughter all used to survive by doing medicine. Finally a grandson went around the town without noticing it. Then one day he came back and thought that we can also cure and survive, so he searched for old medicines. He found only one bundle of haritaki seeds and came to the conclusion that he would have to survive on this. But he himself did not know what haritaki would do.
By Nandhini.M2 years ago in Humor
Why I Tell My Wife Big Fat Lies
Is it always wrong to lie to your partner? I don’t think so, but I’ve been doing it for the best part of thirty years so I would say that, wouldn’t I? In my view, it boils down to motive. If you’re lying with good intentions, then not only is it excusable, it’s almost mandatory.
By Brendan Donaghy2 years ago in Humor
"Ice, Ice, Maybe"
I am the least creative person I know. When I think I know a topic, I jump into my favorite tire track or rut, and I'm off to the races. I'm sure to wear blinders, too, so that nothing and no one can persuade me to the contrary. Far be it from me to seek input or to consult anyone more experienced than I. No, no, no! It is my way or the highway, baby. Put the bit between my teeth and ride me to the finish line.
By Mack D. Ames2 years ago in Humor
The Runaways
When I was about 10 years old I ran away from Girl Scout camp. Let’s bounce back to the summer of 1971. It was hot and steamy. For whatever reason someone thought it was a great idea to send us city gals to an overnight camp in the middle of the forest on in the outskirts of Pittsburgh. It was not. Our Girl Scout troop was not like the others. I am certain of that. Our Scout leader was far too “fly” to have been a leader anywhere else except in North Braddock, Pennsylvania in the 1970s. When we needed to raise money for our troop, we would have blue light in the basement parties and sell cans of Faygo for a quarter and hot dogs for one dollar, or perhaps have a bake sale from time to time. We sold Girl Scout cookies at that time of the year and whatnot, but nothing about our troop was status quo. So there we were. Four city girls in a tent in the woods. None of us adequately prepared. We had sleeping bags that our parents had grabbed on sale at the local Hills department store. Not the kind that are suitable for camping mind you but the cute kind that you take to a friends overnight in their living room. We didn't have any camping gear what so ever. Not even hiking boots. How were we supposed to know what was needed for a week long camping trip when no one in our families had any camping experience? After my first night in our tent, freezing in the woods in a pink cotton sleeping bag, I knew the outdoor life was not for me. This was my second attempt at sleeping under the stars. The first time, we pitched our tents for a Girl Scout overnight in a local park. I woke up at the bottom of the hill, lying completely exposed in my pink sleeping bag with the tent still in tact at the top of said hill. Imagine my 10 year old self waking up to the sun in my eyes and glancing backwards to find the tent, not over me but sitting atop my camping spot like a green maraschino cherry on an ice cream sundae. I was none to pleased. The situation only got worse as we were expected to shower in a concrete trough lined up in a row right there out in the open for world to see. Absolutely not! That should have been the end of it for me, but nooooo. My mother had signed me up for a week long camp mid-summer. I’m sure she was happy to have her break. Her joy did not spread to me. Back to camp " Not Having It ". I wake up at sunrise to my friend Della’s voice asking was there a spider on her? Her head is fully submerged into her sleeping bag. I could hear the fear in her quivering voice. I had not considered that we would wake up covered in spiders but now this is making sense. I glance around our tent and notice the flaps are rolled up. An excellent hiding place for spiders. I feel panic creeping into my sleeping bag right alongside the imaginary spiders. I quickly jump out of bed and do a quick inspection of all of our sleeping bags and announce that we are spider free. At least for now. By this time we need to go to the dining cabin for breakfast. I don't recall what was served but I remember that I was not impressed. We broke off into groups. Our group was directed to a cliff where we were going to repel ourselves over the side dangling from a rope. The instructor gave us a quick lesson of what were supposed to do and what NOT to do at all costs. It’s my turn first. I have always been very good at following directions and paying attention so I preformed well. I actually liked it. Another 2 girls follow suit. Now its Della’s turn. Needless to say she did everything that she was not supposed to do. After her first 2 steps over the ledge, paralysis sets in. She’s frozen like a statue. The instructor tells her to march Iike a soldier, then put your feet together and jump. Della makes some military marching sounds but to no avail. She marches 2 or 3 times and attempts to place her feet together to jump. Her foot slips and now she’s hanging upside down on the rope, as she swings back and forth, her head tapping lightly against the mountain side. She begins to panic. The instructors are actively trying to talk her through it. Finally someone repels down to aid her and get back to upright. By the time her feet kiss the ground she is covered in rope burns and embarrassment. This was not her best day. As we gather for lunch none of us are in our happy place. The camp counselors keep speaking of serving us “bug juice” which sounds not only disgusting to me but horrifying. I am frightened to death of insects. Especially the hoping kind. I refused to eat turkey as a kid because I read somewhere that they ate grasshoppers. So to drink a juice named after my worst nightmare was out of the question. After lunch we were told that our group would be in charge of cleaning up and washing dishes because our group failing at the rock repelling lessons. Huh? I didn’t. I quite enjoyed it. Now I’m expected to take one for the team? I did not sign up for any of this. Why did I have to pay for my friend’s upside down ? After lunch, we 4 city gals decided this entire camping thing was too much. This adventure was not for us. We went back to our tent, rolled up our gear and started our hike back home. After sliding down a nettled covered hillside, we found a highway and started the long walk home, in the blazing sun. We were running away from camp. Just about an hour and a half into our walk home we were caught. Our 4 brown faces were obviously missing or someone ratted us out. Probably the later. Now were in some counselor’s truck on our way back to camp. Nothing good was going to come of this. Nothing! Our punishment for trying to escape was to clean up everyday after meals for the remainder of our stay. The next 4 nights are a blur. I believe I’ve blocked that memory as a matter of simple survival. I blacked that part out from my memory as a coping mechanism. I hated every minute of it. To this day if someone mentions camping I cringe. That’s going to be a hard NO from me. Camping to me is a hotel without room service. Recently my good friend sent me a video of an outdoor experience and something about “glamping”. This luxurious experience with air beds and a few conveniences like coffee machines and a tv. I am still not going. No ma’am. Camping is not for everyone, and it is certainly not for me. No matter how you try to slap lipstick on that pig. Glamping. Camping. It’s all the same to me. Just call me the runaway, because I would certainly do it again. Did someone mention The Ritz?
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux2 years ago in Humor
The Upside-Down Day
In the quaint town of Chuckleville, there was a house that was about to experience the most peculiar day ever. It all started when eight-year-old Max woke up and discovered that gravity had gone on vacation, leaving everything in his room sticking to the ceiling.
By Lancelot Makumbila2 years ago in Humor
Betty and the Banana Brigade
Once upon a time in a small town nestled between rolling hills and babbling brooks, there lived a quirky baker named Betty Bananabaker. Betty was no ordinary baker; she had a magical touch when it came to whipping up the most delectable and irresistible banana bread the town had ever seen.
By Lancelot Makumbila2 years ago in Humor
You'll Miss Me
"Oh, boy! How many times have I told you about doing this to me, Estelle?" Dent' sighed in a hushed tone. "I'm really getting tired of this, you know," he continued. (But who was he kidding, she never listened. This wasn't the first time she had tossed him around.) "Stubborn old woman!" he yelled. But he was correct, she wasn't listening. She wasn't even in earshot of him. In fact, she hadn't even missed him. "But she will soon enough," he reminded himself. "She'll come looking for me when she needs me, like she always does," (he comforted himself in that thought.)
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Humor
Why Are My Dreams Full of Dicks?
So, this was my dream last night. I was a journalist working with a colleague from Galway in the west of Ireland. He took offence when I described his home place as a small town. He thought I was being disrespectful. He was adamant that Galway is a proper city, home to half a million citizens at least. As big as my home city, Belfast, if not bigger. What was my problem, he wanted to know. Did I have something against westies?
By Brendan Donaghy2 years ago in Humor
Murder Mystery 2 Movie Review | Adam Sandler | Jenifer Aniston
Is it true that i was excessively unforgiving on 2019's "Murder Mystery" or do I very much like Adam Sandler all the more at this point? Both could be valid, yet it's characteristic of how much satire can be founded on timing and what's happening in reality. Falling off a spate of unremarkable (to be thoughtful) comedies that rose up out of his underlying arrangement with Netflix, I gave the satire/spine chiller an unassuming two stars, yet presently I think it merits another half-star as a strong redirection. Furthermore, that could be a result of the generosity caused by projects like "Whole Pearls," "Hustle," and, surprisingly, the somewhat charming "Hubie Halloween." Or I might have quite recently been feeling more terrible a long time back. Whatever the explanation, "Murder Secret 2" takes care of business similarly. Indeed, Sandler's appeal is the strength. Indeed, the somewhat close runtime (this one is just 90) gets The Sandman and his authors far from the wandering non-jokes that stuff the most awful Blissful Madison films. What's more, indeed, it's a simple method for blocking out this present reality for a component runtime. Perhaps it's simply that we want that more during the 2020s than we did pre-pandemic? It's a secret.
By Almost Everything2 years ago in Humor