Sketches
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 Posta day 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 a day 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
From ad men to mad men. Top Story - March 2026.
It's after 2am in the morning when a local police patrol vehicle in Northern New Jersey spots a figure costumed as Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, proceeding southbound on the sidewalk along Lydecker Street. Though the hunchback’s costume stuffing offers added insulation, it's January, and friggin’ freezing. Carefully, the officers slow down, gently question the subject, and offer him a ride home.
By David W. Maury27 days ago in Humor
If We Took Instructions Literally, Civilization Would Collapse by Thursday
We live in a society held together by one fragile, invisible thread: the collective understanding that no one is taking the instructions literally. This is the unspoken covenant of civilization.
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
Job Swap - It Ain't Half Dad's Army
At a British Army base in Deolali, India in 1945 during World War 2. Several sweat-stained squaddies of the Royal Artillery Concert Party are holding their final rehearsal in their barracks. They are presenting a brand new Hollywood show in the evening.
By Parody and Satire2 months ago in Humor
