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"The Great Prank War at Work"
"The Great Prank War at Work" It all began quite casually. Dan, an extremely serious accountant, was clicking at spreadsheets while seated at his desk. Even though the office was business casual, he was the type of guy who always wore a suit and had the energy of a sloth after a three-day snooze. For him, work was all about numbers, following the rules, and staying away from anything that could even be called "fun."
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Humor
Tom's Trojan Paste. Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
I switched toothpastes when the conspiracy theories finally got to me. Patty Lovarco, my seventh grade science teacher, was the first to warn me about the toxic effects of fluoride. Since then, I had done a bit of research, and searched my soul for an answer to the question: "Would my own government really do that to me?"
By A. S. Lawrence11 months ago in Humor
Mother Combs' Garden
One day early last summer, I went outside and worked in my garden, listening to the classic rock station on the radio. Busy pulling weeds and tilling the soil for new summer plants to be put in beds I was soaking up the gentle sun. The weather was beautiful that day, as I remember, and I was eager to prepare the garden for a party that weekend. I was really into the music, singing along where I knew the words, and humming where I didn’t. I didn’t hear the tiny voice behind me.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Humor
The Extraordinary Adventure of Mr. Clink and the Lost Sock
Mr. Clink awoke on an ordinary Tuesday morning, though he would later contend that it was no ordinary Tuesday at all. It began like any other day. His alarm clock, a tiny, slightly overweight rooster, squawked at 6:45 a.m. in a voice that could best be described as "angrily indifferent." It was a sound Mr. Clink had grown accustomed to. After all, he had no choice. The rooster had been his alarm clock for 37 years. Its only function in life was to wake him up, and, for reasons unknown to Mr. Clink, it did so with the flair of a Shakespearean tragedy.
By Latoria Hall11 months ago in Humor
Pileated
I was stuck in traffic, and I was going to be late again. I berated myself for not leaving earlier. Staring ahead, I could only see miles of vehicles. Changing the radio to AM 2375 to listen to the traffic report, I began impatiently thrumming my fingers on the steering wheel.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Humor
Death by Laundry
Once upon a time, in a land far far away (yet close enough that most mother's can relate), there was a young mother who had been sick for an entire week. During this week, she hadn't done any laundry - despite it being an item on her daily to do list.
By The Schizophrenic Mom11 months ago in Humor
