Satire

Tag: Satire

I’m not sure if you are aware that my hands were a little wet when the pickle jar was passed to me.

I’m not very good with computers, could you clarify what you mean by “you somehow attached your son to your previous email rather than your story”?

I’m going to call for an exorcist soon, and it just won’t do for her to be in her typical house-wear of leggings and a cozy sweater when he arrives.

No, of course not. It's no big deal. This happens to everyone. Right? Everyone has little involuntary muscle spasms sometimes.

Lower back pain that sets in after approximately half an hour of immobility.

After running out of per diem, your child will unwisely accept financial help from their Russian pen pal.

So where are you holding the wedding? Is it going to be in the sewers of Chicago?

What would you rather have: frugal parents who saved almost $2 a month, or documented proof that you experienced a childhood?

The one-year anniversary of the day I sold you my couch on Craigslist! Time really does fly, huh?

My schedule should def get more flexible though after the conclusion of the next eight American presidential election cycles.

Brita Love™ can teach you lessons about the heart, but it cannot be that love for you. To think otherwise is a dangerous game.

To be fair, they are really good poems. I don’t want to toot my own horn (a little proctologist humor there), but those poems are inspired.