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Alarm Clocks Are Gaslighting Me...
Good morning, dear readers! Or should I say “bad morning,” because if you’re reading this, you probably woke up to the soul-piercing shriek of your alarm clock. You know the one. The device you trusted to gently usher you into consciousness, but instead ambushes you like a SWAT team breaking down your door at 6:00 a.m.
By The Pompous Post8 months ago in Humor
Ramesh and the Talking Goat
In the small, sun-drenched village of Bhatkpur, where roosters crowed like they had something to prove and the chai was always just a little too sweet, lived a man named Ramesh.
By meerjanan8 months ago in Humor
Miss Gloria Meets Her Sister for Lunch
Gloria’s Getting Ready for Her Lunch Date “Gloria, I think you should wear your teal top with your mustard-yellow scarf loosely hanging from your neck.”
By Rick Henry Christopher 8 months ago in Humor
The Goat Election
In the quiet village of Chikni Dhani, elections had always been a loud, dramatic affair. But this year, something unexpected happened. Something… goaty.
By meerjanan8 months ago in Humor
⚡WARNING❗BE DETERRED❗ MEME-ING ALERT❗❗❗. Content Warning.
⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡ ⚡WARNING: This story has entirely too many WARNINGS! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!! THIS IS NOT A TEST! { It's more like a trial.}
By Lightning Bolt ⚡8 months ago in Humor
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 Post8 months ago in Humor
*The Great Mango Heist*
In the thick of a July afternoon, when the sun hung heavy and the air smelled like warm earth and ripe fruit, the mango trees of Ahmedpur wore their golden bounty with pride. And none shone brighter than Haji Saab’s ancient Chaunsa tree—its branches sagging under the weight of mangoes so sweet, people swore they could make a grumpy uncle crack a smile.
By meerjanan8 months ago in Humor
The Marriage Proposal Mix-Up
In the heart of Gulab Nagar—a town where news travels faster than a scooter with a flat tire—lived a young man named Shani. At 26, he was what you might call selectively ambitious. He could nap for eight hours straight without interruption, debate the best chai spot in town for hours, and had once written a 10-page essay on why socks are overrated. But when it came to jobs? He preferred to “explore his options.”
By meerjanan8 months ago in Humor
“The Misadventures of Mr. Bashir’s Goat”
In the sleepy village of Chamanpur, where the rooster crowed like a clock and the gossip traveled faster than the wind, lived a man named Mr. Bashir. He was a man of stature—both in height and in self-opinion. With a thick, well-groomed mustache that curled at the ends like a vintage cartoon villain’s, and a waistcoat that strained just a little too hard across his belly, Bashir carried himself like a man who’d never lost an argument.
By meerjanan8 months ago in Humor
Congratulations, You’re Real!
Do you ever hear a recording of yourself and realize the voice other people hear is completely different from the one in your head?
By S. M. Shogan8 months ago in Humor
Miss Gloria Goes Grocery Shopping. Top Story - August 2025.
Before I get this story going I just want to announce that I will be putting Rate-O-Rama on hold for a while as I am unable to write the new gloria adventures and continue Blackbird Fly and Voices while also doing Rate-O-Rama. R-O-R is my lowest rated of these four so for now it will be on vacation. Thank you, RHC
By Rick Henry Christopher 8 months ago in Humor
Loyalty Cards, Punch Cards, and Other Ways I’ve Sold My Soul for a Free Smoothie...
Dear Consumer of Questionable Judgment and Excellent Taste... At some point in modern history, we collectively decided that our eternal devotion could be purchased for the low, low price of one free coffee after ten visits. And like moths to a punch-card-shaped flame, we said, “Yes. Take my loyalty. Take my email. Take my identity. I want that medium iced latte with oat milk and the crushing weight of consumer debt.”
By The Pompous Post8 months ago in Humor