Satirical
Just my luck...!
This is my worst nightmare. I woke up extra early, fully rested. My bedroom was not too cold or too hot, and the yoga mat was already rolled out. All I had to do was a few stretches, push-ups and sit-ups (a new record: 30 each set), and then hit the bathroom. I noticed that I had more cereal than I thought and that the skim milk I thought I had to replace was still fresh. The coffee was also already percolating (when did I turn the machine on?), and my bag was packed (again, a mystery).
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Humor
Entanglement and quantum Teapots.
The Quantum Teapot. Quaint indeed is the tale told of the village of Avon-upon-the-Heath, where lived an eccentric physicist named Professor Phi Quark. Professor Quark was renowned for his wild theories and peculiar experiments. His colleagues often mused that he had more quarks in his brain than neurons.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Humor
Why and Why Not?
Life is a never ending series of decisions, from the mundane to the downright bizarre. We all wrestle with questions that make us laugh, cringe, or just shake our heads. Whether you're debating the fashion statement of black knee high socks with sandals or contemplating the very essence of pineapple on pizza, exploring the âwhyâ and âwhy notâ behind our choices can be both a riot and an eye opener. Ready for a humorous trip through the world of decision making? Letâs dive in!
By Peter Chris Batt2 years ago in Humor
Do My Bidding, Mosquito Army!
I LOVE My Forest. The emerald sky where I live is pierced with shades of blue beyond. Birds sing their lewd songs to each other during the spring and scream at their children during the summer creating a cacophony of sounds that we humans describe as beautiful. Fireflies light up our summer and autumn nights with flickering and fluttering eloquence, and an opossum has been adopted as a nocturnal snuggle/dinner buddy by the colony of rescue cats that I hold responsibility over and has even on occasion let me run my fingers gently over its back side (before saying: "Okay. That's enough, friend" by politely walking away). And the cicadas sing us to sleep every night. It's peaceful, it's quiet, no noisy human interference, and you can see the stars for miles. And come morning, (especially in the cooler months when the morning fog lifts off the ground in opalescent swirls of cloud low to the ground) we are greeted by little families of deer.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Humor
African Adventure
Walter would never live down the day he came to school with a gaping hole down the backside of his pants. He mainly kept to himself and the bags under his eyes, but that day he chose to carry, auxiliary to him, a Swiss army knife, which he thought was cool. What wasnât cool was the way the contraption managed to rip right through the seat of his blue jeans. His peers called the event âthe riftâ. The moniker was not appreciated. He resided in a Podunk town, and he, himself, was quite rinky-dink. Nothing much happened to Walter.
By Carl Ufongene2 years ago in Humor
