Irony
Duct Tape, Bubble Gum, and Baling Wire: The Poor Man’s Welding Torch
They say necessity is the mother of invention. But out here in the real world, it’s more like duct tape, bubble gum, and baling wire are the unholy trinity of emergency repair… and she is one tough mama.
By The Pompous Postabout 19 hours ago in Humor
It Began As A Mistake
Welp, crap. I guess I should say sorry for that, and of course, I am, well, mostly. I mean, it really wasn't like you didn't expect someone to, well, you know, and I don't know, I just couldn't help myself. You know, it might bring you some comfort in knowing that it was me and not some random stranger that did it. In that case, you're welcome, seriously sweetie, it was my pleasure.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Humor
The Lighthouse Ending Explained
The Lighthouse is one of those rare horror movies that stays in your head long after the credits roll. It is disturbing, mysterious, and completely open to interpretation. The film follows two lighthouse keepers trapped on a remote island, cut off from the rest of the world. As the days drag on and the weather becomes worse, the isolation slowly destroys both men mentally.
By JAMES NECK 3 days 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 Post4 days 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 Fielder4 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 6 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 Post8 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 8 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 8 days ago in Humor
Lunar Vuitton: Why Space Needs Fashion More Than Oxygen
“One small step for man, one fierce strut for mankind.” – Naomi Armstrong (probably) Friends, readers, celestial wanderers… we must address the glaring oversight in modern space exploration: the complete and utter lack of fashion-forward thinking beyond our stratosphere.
By The Pompous Post11 days ago in Humor
