My neighbors are in fine form.
They got a new couch. We can see it from our deck, and they use it all the time. You know, to smoke pot and share their Deep Thoughts around a bonfire at midnight on Tuesdays. 165 more words
Jack was 39 years old when he decided enough was enough. He’d been bullied all his life. He was “too short” and “too fat” at school. 1,189 more words
There’s really no better time to be an opinionated hot head than during an Australian federal election campaign. Reason, solutions to problems and the simple practice of keeping your raging thoughts to yourself all go flying out the window in a seasonal overhaul that often sees your middle-of-the-road Facebook acquaintance suddenly become hell bent on tasting Peter Dutton’s tears. 634 more words
HARD COPY HEADQUARTERS (Any city that would make you more likely to read this) — Hey there! Hard Copy Satire here! We’ve been writing satire for a little over a year now at Seattle University. 136 more words