Irony
There was no obvious reason why the skeleton found in France was buried sitting inside a circular trench.
According to a recent investigation, individuals were purposefully buried upright in nearly identical locations in dozens of old tombs in the French city of Dijon. This pattern is turning what appeared to be discrete anomalies into proof of a single, recurring behaviour for which there is yet no satisfactory explanation.
By Francis Damiabout 9 hours ago in Humor
DATING APPS – THE USED CAR LOT OF LOVE (NOW WITH MORE MILEAGE AND LESS HOPE)
WELCOME TO THE DIGITAL AUTO MALL OF DESPAIR Welcome to modern romance, where love is no longer found in smoky bars or awkward setups from your aunt. It’s parked on a virtual lot next to a thousand other vehicles, all shouting: “Low mileage! Great paint job! Serious inquiries only!”
By The Pompous Postabout 9 hours ago in Humor
Whoopsie!
I'm just gonna say it right now... I'm sorry. I know things have been weird since I moved out, and I wanna clear the air because my pastor says that holding onto a grudge is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. I'm the bigger person, so I'm reaching out first.
By Sara Wilson2 days ago in Humor
Survival of the Wittiest: Was Human Language Driven by Humour?
According to a daring new study that was published in PNAS Nexus, human language evolution was motivated by wit rather than just the necessity to survive. Ljiljana Progovac, a linguist at Wayne State University, suggests that sexual selection actively favoured quick-wittedness, or the capacity to connect words in smart, humorous ways. It's possible that our predecessors joked their way into sophisticated language.
By Francis Dami2 days ago in Humor
The Housing Market is on Fire... Literally. Rent Comes with Free Marshmallows Now.
Welcome, You Brave Homeless Souls Congratulations, reader. If you’re viewing this newsletter, it means you can still afford Wi-Fi… Cherish that… Because according to Zillow, the average rent for a one-bedroom apartment is now an arm and a leg, one functioning kidney, a vial of dragon’s blood, and three Funko Pops from 2018.
By The Pompous Post3 days ago in Humor
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 Post7 days 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-Amsden7 days 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 9 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 Post10 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 Fielder10 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 12 days ago in Humor
