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There's Always Next Year
Ladies and gentlemen, players, parents, all. With best regards to my principal, Dr. Kevin Brooks and my esteemed Athletic Director, Coach Adam Bennet, and our Team Moms, Doris and JaN’iyah, for making this wonderful occasion possible. Thanks to "Charlie’s Chicken Shack" for providing the chicken fingers for today’s banquet. And thanks to all of you who stepped up today; this wasn't originally supposed to be a potluck, but things happen, and here we are. I did not know there were so many different types of mac & cheese or how much people enjoyed baked beans. Again, thanks.
By Bryan Buffkinabout 3 hours ago in Humor
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Booyah!. Top Story - March 2026.
Dear Professor Donkeldong, I would like to formally apologize. Last night I snuck into your office. I sat in your chair and poured myself three fingers of Scotch from the bottle you’ve got stashed in the top desk drawer. Then I helped myself to your private library.
By Leslie Writesabout 5 hours ago in Humor
Why the Rich Never Tell White Lies After Labor Day
Every year, as the last rosé is chilled, the final seaplane taxis off to Aspen, and Labor Day folds its socially acceptable linen napkin, an ancient tradition quietly stirs among the elite: They stop telling white lies. Why you ask?
By The Pompous Postabout 17 hours ago in Humor
The Lavender Tsunami and the Great Pool Slide Barricade
Dear Mary, Please accept my most sincere apologies for the state of the downstairs guest bathroom. I know you specifically asked me to keep the “Sanctuary Suite” pristine for your mother’s arrival this evening, and I truly regret that the Egyptian cotton towels now smell faintly of low-tide and desperation.
By Meko James about 18 hours ago in Humor
How I Ruined Christmas
To the love of my life, I’m unfortunately unable to marry you. As I have had something that I needed to confess for the past six months. That I have done something so vile and so disgusting that I cannot say it to your face. Writing it out for you is one of the most difficult things I have done in the past three years we’ve known each other. Leaving it on your pillow in the hopes that you’ll see it after I don’t come to the altar.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout 20 hours ago in Humor
OOPS!
I saw it in slow motion, Angie's arm going up into the air, her hand gripping her ice cream cone. The cone and ice cream separating from her hand, from each other. Tumbling down to the pavement in unceremonious somersaults, like an Olympic diver who had gotten drunk before their big moment.
By Raine Fieldera day ago in Humor
An Apology for Bringing the Squirrel into Church
Dear Members of First Self-Righteous Church, I write this with a humbled heart, a sore back, and a memory that replays in vivid, chaotic detail. I must apologize for bringing that squirrel into your church last Sunday. Every shriek, hallelujah, and blush-worthy confession began with my decision. I take full responsibility.
By Tim Carmichael2 days ago in Humor
The MAGA-thon: Spite, Saturated Fats, and the Spin Cycle of Doom
The air in the "Spin Cycle" studio at the local gym was thick with the scent of organic citrus floor cleaner and the collective, desperate sweat of a dozen people trying to outrun their own bad decisions and mortality. But for Brenda, it smelled like treason. It smelled like a deep-state, gluten-free, avocado-toast-eating, woke communist conspiracy, that was personally trying to steal her breath and destroy her life.
By Meko James 3 days ago in Humor
Inside the Mind of Dr. Tina Quartz: Healer, Hoax, or Just Really Into Mason Jars?
You’ve heard the name whispered across candlelit kombucha bars. You’ve seen her quotes tattooed in Comic Sans on the backs of people named Trysten. You may have even enrolled, accidentally, in one of her courses after clicking on an ad that said: “Unlock Your Aura’s Credit Score.”
By The Pompous Post5 days ago in Humor
The Taco Tantrum and the Tattoo Hottie
The humidity in Cancun was thick enough to chew, a wet wool blanket of air that smelled of overpriced coconut oil and impending social collapse. I sat perched on a bar stool, my nerve endings firing like a short-circuited pinball machine. Across from the bar, at the pool sat Brenda—a woman who wore her political convictions like a suit of armor and treated a beef taco like a religious sacrament.
By Meko James 5 days ago in Humor
The Sex Safe!
Yes, we all know how important it is to practice safe sex...or at least, safer sex (I seriously doubt that any sex can truly be safe; cameras and eyewitnesses have a funny habit of sneaking up on you), but we are human, and often, like a woman caught in a rainstorm, we suddenly feel odd sensations we cannot control, and end up getting very wet...on a good day.
By Kendall Defoe 5 days ago in Humor
