Updates to “The Game of Life”
The Gig options are: package deliverer, meal deliverer, startup online pharmacy deliverer, driver, and graphic designer (Masters’ Degree preferred).
Tag: Satire
“Of Course, It’s Gone Now…”: An Oral History of All the Places My Boomer Parents Have Ever Visited
Dad: The town’s richest family used to own that. Now, everyone goes to Wally-Mart... Me: You have like, 17 pants from Walmart.
Is Cindy a Better Parent Than You? A Research Paper
We, the authors (your neighborhood walking group), are hopeful that an analysis of our findings will lead you to finally shut the fuck up about this.
I Am the All-Knowing Supercomputer Programmed by White Guys to Be Super Inclusive
Kyle and Derek began training me on all subject matters of the world like philosophy and what Derek would refer to as “dank-ass internet shitposts.”
I’m Not a Monster, I’m a Method Actor
It was not I who called her “a useless swath of dogshit,” it was, in fact, Chicago crime lord Tony Ligitano.
Passages from My Nine-Year-Old’s Journal That Prove He’s Possessed by Walt Whitman’s Ghost
O’ empty day in the bore of my classroom. Today Miss Woolley asked me to remove my hat, and I reminded her that I will wear it as I please.
A One-Sided Conversation at a Grill That You Didn’t Start and Can’t Get Out Of
I’m going to take a beer. Man. Beeeeautiful. Nothing like a nice day– Flip that. That’s done. It’s burnt.
Excerpts from the New Philosophy 101 Textbook, Sponsored by Toyota
Hereclitus’ principle of unity in opposites can best be illustrated by the Toyota Sienna.
If You Want to Date My Daughter You’re Going to Have to Help Me Get My Wife to Let Me Back into the House First
I don’t know if they teach conflict resolution in that school of yours these days, but I sure could use some relationship advice.
Visions I Had After Succumbing to the Madness That Befalls All Men Who Dare Drink the Milk of the Eldest Keebler Elf
If you are offered a chance to suckle at the teat of the eldest Keebler elf, I pray you heed my warning.
Mistakes Were Made: One Intern’s Heartfelt Apology, Written Entirely in the Passive Voice
The clients’ voicemails were mistakenly deleted, as the functions of the different button thingies had been forgotten.
Welcome “Vogue” to This Mansion That I Own!
I love how the natural light comes through the house. It gives whoever wants to break in a little sneak peek of what they’re missing you know?