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If We Took Instructions Literally, Civilization Would Collapse by Thursday
We live in a society held together by one fragile, invisible thread: the collective understanding that no one is taking the instructions literally. This is the unspoken covenant of civilization.
By The Pompous Post10 days ago in Humor
The Irony of Minimalism
Minimalism does not mean less money This word minimalism seems like the definition is "not buying stuff," but can be more in line more with the rich buying beige cars every few months. Rich people use this as a way to show they have the time and means to constantly keep their extremely white sheets and couches clean. They like the idea of having as inoffensive of a home as possible. There is no reason to have out a bunch of personal lore and beliefs when that could cause such a stir! No one shall stare at and judge their shelves full of cute items!
By Seashell Harpspring 10 days ago in Humor
Sheikh Chilli and The Pot of Milk
In almost every village, there is someone whose imagination runs faster than reality. In South Asian folk tales, that person is Sheikh Chilli. He isn’t cruel or foolish in a harmful way — just endlessly dreamy. His thoughts always take him somewhere else, and that’s exactly what makes his stories funny and memorable. One bright morning, his mother handed him a clay pot filled with fresh milk. “Take this to the market,” she said. “Sell it carefully and bring the money back home. And this time, don’t get distracted.” Sheikh Chilli nodded confidently. “Don’t worry, Ammi. I’ll handle everything perfectly.” He balanced the pot carefully on his head and set off toward the market. The sun was gentle, the road quiet. Birds chirped in the neem trees, a stray dog barked somewhere near the fields, and the faint smell of fresh earth and cow dung filled the air. Perfect for walking, perfect for daydreaming. And daydreaming was what Sheikh Chilli did best.
By Shahid Zaman11 days ago in Humor
Inside the Gym of Chad “Thunderbuns” Wilson, The World’s First Mentagonist™
When I accepted an internship at The Pompous Post, I imagined journalism. Investigations, serious interviews, and possibly a press badge. Instead, last Tuesday morning, I was handed a clipboard and told:
By The Pompous Post12 days ago in Humor
Ferdinand the Funny Rooster. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village surrounded by green fields and winding cobblestone paths, there lived a rooster named Ferdinand. Ferdinand was no ordinary rooster. He had shiny feathers in shades of red, orange, and green that glimmered in the morning sun, and a proud stance that made him look like the king of the barnyard. But Ferdinand had a very unusual problem: every time he tried to crow “cock-a-doodle-doo” at dawn, out came a loud, unexpected “woof-woof!”
By Michael Tomasetta14 days ago in Humor
Mally and Media Junkiez
Molly and the media junkies are kids from all ages and stuff who like to hang out at the mall and stuff. They’re seeing kids and Goth kids and metalhead kids and just live in the dream or at least there of I think outside of the mall there are part of bands and stuff that that gives them the luxury and the privilege to be able to hang out at the mall as they do.
By Revista Miko:XCI 15 days ago in Humor
Mally and the Media JUNKIEZ A
I always wanted to a comic strip and get it published and I did that with Mally and Media Junkiez This was inspired by the time when I was a vegetarian my uncle and I ordered a pizza with eggplant and I thought it was meat and began taking off the eggplant and my uncle says that’s not meat
By Revista Miko:XCI 15 days ago in Humor
The Disappearance of Common Sense (As Told by Warning Labels)
There was a time when products trusted us to use them correctly. A ladder did not need to remind us not to stand on the very top rung. A candle did not feel compelled to clarify that fire, historically speaking, is hot. Shampoo did not warn us that it was not to be consumed as a breakfast smoothie.
By The Pompous Post17 days ago in Humor
Plain Pasta, Part 2
I met Kira at the entrance of the 12-story building where the Italian rented his apartment and went up to the sixth floor. The building itself was notable — one of the few high-rises in central Bishkek built from an individual design rather than a standard Soviet brutalist blueprint. For those of us raised in cramped five-story blocks and Khrushchev-era apartments for the proletariat, it was intriguing just to see the inside. “At least for that reason, the evening won’t be wasted,” I decided.
By Lana V Lynx18 days ago in Humor
