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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
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
The Case of the Missing Slippers
It all started on a rainy Tuesday morning in the quiet town of Willowbrook. The rain had begun at dawn, tapping against windows like a polite visitor that refused to leave. In Mrs. Mabel Hensworth’s small cottage at the end of Lavender Lane, a mystery was brewing — one that would shake her morning routine to its very core.
By Haris Raheem5 months ago in Humor
