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Ms. Gloria and the Case of the Missing Cake
Ms. Gloria was famous in her neighborhood for one thing: her cake. It wasn’t just any cake. It was a rich, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate cake with layers of velvety frosting that could turn even the most stoic person into a dessert enthusiast. Every year, without fail, Ms. Gloria baked it for the neighborhood bake sale, and it was always the first thing to sell out.
By Solene Hart6 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 meerjanan6 months ago in Humor
Backwards Clock Shenanigans
One ordinary Tuesday morning, Jerry woke up to a strange sight: his living room clock was ticking backward. Now, Jerry wasn’t usually the type to jump to conclusions — he was a reasonably sane guy, after all — but seeing the clock hands move counterclockwise was enough to make him question if he’d somehow fallen into a parallel universe or just forgotten to take his glasses off before bed.
By Haris Raheem6 months ago in Humor
When Dinner Went to War
It started with the peas. I’d been microwaving leftover shepherd’s pie, minding my own business, when the green traitors rolled off my fork and onto the table. One of them bounced to the floor, and I swear I heard it mutter, “Tonight’s the night.”
By Haris Raheem6 months ago in Humor
Ethics Jokes: Light-Hearted Laughs About Serious Stuff
Ethics usually gets talked about in classrooms, courtrooms, and heated dinner debates — not comedy clubs. But let’s face it, life’s a lot easier when we can laugh about the serious stuff once in a while.
By JokeJester6 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 meerjanan6 months ago in Humor
when all apps start to function similarly.
Opening Instagram used to be like leafing through a bright, sunny scrapbook. You would browse among artistically frothed lattes, meticulously framed sunsets, and occasionally a pet dressed for Halloween. A three-minute culinary lesson, an odd dance challenge, a "duet" in which someone responds to another video, and—wait, was that a shopping advertisement?
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Humor
Gloria vs. the Self-Checkout Machine
Miss Gloria Martin had a long-standing relationship with her local supermarket. She knew the aisles like the back of her hand, she knew the cashier who gave out extra coupons, and she always brought her own shopping bags—color-coded, of course. At 72, Gloria had no patience for nonsense and even less for machines pretending to be helpful. 😤
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Humor
Cryptography Jokes: Cracking the Code on Laughter
If you’ve ever dealt with ciphers, encryption keys, or anything that involves hiding messages from prying eyes, you know cryptography jokes can feel like a secret language.
By JokeJester6 months ago in Humor
Mildred’s Coffee Shop Takeover
“Caffeine, Sass, and One Very Surprised Barista” Mildred Thompson didn’t just enter Benny’s Beans Café — she exploded through those doors like a caffeinated whirlwind. Oversized sunglasses masking eyes sharp as shattered glass. Heels clicking like a drumline gone rogue. The clock? 8:12 a.m. But time? It practically stopped, holding its breath. Muffins trembled. Baristas froze mid-pour. Even a stray cat outside paused, whiskers twitching.
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Humor
Gloria at the Post Office
👵🏼👵🏼👵🏼👵🏼👵🏼 Gloria at the Post Office Debbie slid the car into the post office lot like she was docking a ship. She squinted through the windshield, scanning for a spot that wouldn’t require Gloria to walk more than ten steps. “Alright, Miss Gloria, this should be in-and-out. We just mail your package and get back before the ice cream decides to become soup.”
By Umar Amin6 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 meerjanan6 months ago in Humor