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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 7 months ago in Humor
The Juggler’s Wisdom
In ancient times, the king of a country was very cruel. He used to devour the property of the poor. The king's court was decorated as usual. Suddenly, a monkey ran into the court with his monkey and started shouting. The gatekeepers standing at the door tried to stop him, but he went straight inside. Seeing him forcefully entering, the king asked the gatekeepers to bring him in. The king asked him who are you and what do you want? He said.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Humor
DRINKS WITH AN OLD GIRLFRIEND!. Content Warning.
. DRINKS WITH AN OLD GIRLFRIEND! A sketch By Ross E F Lombardi . Scene: A cold wet Winter. In a UK pub on the north of England Coast, either in or near Redcar By Sea.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi7 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 Post7 months ago in Humor
Notes from a Professional Overthinker
erthinkingPeople say overthinking is a bad habit. I say it’s a lifestyle. It’s the fine art of turning a harmless “hello” into a Shakespearean tragedy and making a simple lunch order feel like the moral choice of a lifetime. My friends think I need therapy. I think they need to consider the consequences of their tone when they text me “lol.” I’m not laughing, Karen. I’m spiraling. Allow me to walk you through my typical day—seen through the lens of someone who can detect hidden meaning in a pizza topping. My alarm blares. It’s the same generic tone I’ve had for years, and suddenly I wonder—is that why I hate mornings? Is this sound subconsciously conditioning my brain to feel miserable? Should I switch to birdsong? But what if the birds start sounding threatening? I spend fifteen minutes choosing a new alarm sound. I finally settle on “morning waves,” but now I’m scared I’ll dream of drowning. I get up late. I stand in front of my closet, frozen. Today’s meeting isn’t that important, but I want to look semi-serious. Smart-casual? Business-light? If I wear the blue shirt, will people remember that I wore it at the last meeting? Do they care? Should I care that they care? I try on four outfits and end up wearing the same hoodie I always wear. My brain whispers, “You look like you gave up.” I whisper back, “Because I have.” My boss says during the meeting, “Let’s touch base offline later.” What does that mean? Is it a compliment? A warning? A gentle way of saying “You’re on thin ice”? Did I mess something up? Did I overshare in last week’s meeting when I said “synergy” five times? I try to act normal the rest of the meeting, but every time he glances my way, I nod like a malfunctioning robot. After the meeting, he messages: “Let’s chat sometime tomorrow or Friday. No rush.” “No rush”? That’s the corporate kiss of death. That’s code for “I’m firing you but want to let you stew in your panic for 48 hours.” I cancel lunch. I’m at the deli. The guy in front of me orders turkey on rye with “extra mayo.” That seems confident. Should I get that? But I always get tuna. If I change now, will the guy behind the counter think I’m unstable? Will he ask, “Tuna again?” and I’ll have to lie and say, “No thanks, I’m branching out”? I panic and order a salad. I don’t even like salad. I take two bites and start googling “why am I like this.” I send my friend a meme. She replies with one emoji: a simple laughing face. Just one. Not “😂😂😂” like usual. Not even a “LOLLL” or “I needed that today.” Now I’m thinking: Is she annoyed? Was the meme offensive? Did I somehow touch on her childhood trauma with a dog in sunglasses? Did I send it too early in the day? Is she going through something and I just barged in with memes like a monster? I type out “Are you okay?” four times and delete it. Then I type, “Was that not funny?” and delete that too. Eventually, I send: “Haha.” She never replies. I never emotionally recover. I cough once. Just once. Then my brain says: “COVID.” I say: “I’m vaccinated.” Brain: “But what about the 19 new variants?” Me: “Maybe it’s just dry air.” Brain: “Maybe you’ve got six hours to live.” I spend the next thirty minutes googling symptoms and accidentally convince myself I have a rare tropical illness only found in cave bats. Then I remember I had peanuts stuck In my throat. At the checkout, the cashier says, “How’s your day going?” and I reply, “You too.” What? Why? That’s not even an answer. Why did I say that? Now I either have to ignore it and live with the shame for eternity, or explain that my brain misfired and I’m not rude, just broken. I go with silence and spend the walk home replaying the moment like a courtroom drama. My friend group is discussing weekend plans in the group chat. One of them says: “Everyone’s invited except Steve LOL.” Everyone laughs. I laugh too… but then I pause. Wait. Was I Steve? Did they mean that literally? Am I “Steve” in this scenario? Am I the one who ruins plans? Do they secretly hate me? Are they creating side chats without me? I scroll up and re-read every message for context clues. I even check for signs of sarcasm. In the end, I don’t even reply. Because if you don’t respond, you can’t be hurt. Right? I try to sleep. But my brain goes: Remember that thing you said in 2014? What if your boss is firing you tomorrow? Why did your friend reply with one emoji? Are your gums supposed to feel like that? Did that cashier judge your “You too” comment? Should you quit everything and become a monk? But how would you survive without Wi-Fi? I toss. I turn. I beg my brain for mercy. It starts singing the theme from Titanic. I pull out my journal and scribble: “Dear Brain, Thank you for keeping me safe from rational thought. I appreciate your constant efforts to destroy my social confidence, ruin perfectly good lunches, and turn every human interaction into a four-part anxiety series. But tomorrow, maybe—just maybe—we let someone send a one-word reply without assuming they want us dead.” I sigh, close the journal, and look at the ceiling. Then I get up and check if I left the stove on. It was off. But you never know. Being an overthinker is like running mental marathons in flip-flops. It’s chaotic, exhausting, and totally unnecessary—but you still do it, just in case there’s a prize for Most Emotionally Unstable Human. People say, “Don’t overthink it.” I say, “Let me overthink why you said that.” And thus, the cycle continues.
By Sajid 7 months ago in Humor
Link Jokes: Hyrule-larious Laughs for Every Zelda Fan
Whether you're swinging the Master Sword, breaking pots like there's no tomorrow, or just vibin' to the Lost Woods music, there's one hero who keeps us coming back: Link jokes.
By JokeJester7 months ago in Humor
The Great Cereal Crisis of 2025 And Other Breakfast Disasters
It started with a bowl of cereal. That’s how most tragedies begin, right? Innocent. Ordinary. Full of misplaced optimism. It was a quiet Wednesday morning in August 2025, and all I wanted was a normal, peaceful breakfast. Instead, I got betrayal in a cardboard box.
By Muhammad ali7 months ago in Humor
How To Be Someone*
To exist in this world — let alone survive — one must try to be someone. After all, everyone on planet Earth is categorically somebody. Whether they’re good, bad, poor, rich, smart, dumb, feminine, masculine, or anywhere in between, they all exist.
By Snarky Lisa7 months ago in Humor
FANTASY
Adani,Adani,Adaniiiiiii..... The screams from the next room woke me up. My name was being mentioned, but who could be calling me at this late hour
By Phoebe Nhyira Kwapong-Anyan 7 months ago in Humor
Ingmar Bergman's "Jaws". Top Story - August 2025.
In 1975, a film was released that changed the game forever. The young director behind the camera would become a legend and one of the most successful filmmakers of all time. And the world noticed. Other directors noticed. One of them was a Swedish filmmaker who was already a legend in the world of cinema.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Humor
Tiny Lies That Keep the World From Exploding. Top Story - August 2025.
Today’s topic is small lies. Not the kind that break up marriages, topple empires, or end celebrity careers. I’m talking about those little, everyday “truth adjustments” we use to avoid awkwardness, misunderstandings, or simply because… it’s easier.
By Tina's Blossom Life7 months ago in Humor
*The Great Wedding Chicken Chase*
In the sleepy little town of Chalangpur, weddings weren’t just events—they were full-blown festivals. Loud, chaotic, and packed with enough drama to fuel gossip for months. So when Uncle Bashir’s daughter was getting married, the whole town had been buzzing for weeks.
By meerjanan7 months ago in Humor