satire

Relationship satire can be cathartic; when love hurts too much, just laugh.

Don't Touch My Stuff!
Quietly, with absolutely no fanfare or public announcement, I have declared, “War”! I admit that I have a mild propensity to let things pile up. Horizontal surfaces around the house provide opportunities for temporary storage, even if temporary can stretch into months or even years. My wife, on the other hand, does not share this inclination. Indeed, she is, what I refer to as, a clutter Nazi. She does not allow, permit, condone, or begin to understand, “temporary storage until I can review later”. She does not tolerate disorganization.
By Victor Acquista9 years ago in Humans
52 Ostensibly Terrible Date Ideas I Haven't Yet Road-Tested with my New Girlfriend
This list is dedicated to my actual, real life girlfriend. Who I wouldn't subject to any of these things, but who I am greatly indebted to for all of the times she's laughed at my crappy jokes.
By Kieran Atkins9 years ago in Humans