Shelter-in-Place Shakespeare
KING LEAR How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child. Away, away! GONERIL I literally cannot leave.
Tag: Satire
I Fear That, Due to Climate Change, There May Never Be Another 4/20/69
As everyone knows, 4/20/69 is the funniest possible date. After all, 420 is the weed thing and 69 is the sex thing. Imagine them... Combined!
Top-Rated Pastas to Eat at Home Alone During a Messy Divorce
You could try to explain bronze die-cut milling and how it creates a unique texture for holding sauce better, but there’s no need. Susan left you.
Update to the Henchman Health and Benefits Plan
Gold Plus-tier now has copay-free pharmaceuticals to treat any gases or poisons accidentally released from the many easily accessible air vents.
Eating for the Stage and Screen
Everyone, take a look at Paula. Notice the thousand-yard stare in her eyes as she chews? See how she’s chewing on just the one side of her mouth?
Subscription Boxes of the Wild West
We accept many forms of currency, including gold bars, silver pesos, and buried treasure, provided it is accompanied by a map.
It’s Important That Teachers Come Together and Cyberbully Trevor, Who Has Always Been an Asshole
Or the time that he got the whole school to chant "Mr. O’Brien is a virgin" when I was doing announcements during the assembly?
Let’s Pay People Literal Peanuts
It's critical that our employees can think outside of the box, accept a payment that comes from inside a box, while also living in a box.
The Collected Chase Scenes of William Shakespeare
"A Comedy of Errors": Antipholus of Syracuse and Antipholous of Ephesus race in identical Fiats, comically thinking each one is chasing the other.
It’s Not a Multi-Level Marketing Scheme, We’re Robbing a Bank
Those schemes you see online always rely on poor saps buying whatever vitamin powder or skin cream you’re hawking. Ridiculous, right?
Your Private Student Loan and COVID-19
We have been keeping your loan “sheltered in place” so that it grows at its 12% compounded rate.
Father, Why Hath Thou Forsaken Me, the Sock at the Back of the Drawer?
You refuse to wear me because of my stale odor but you refuse to wash me for I have not been worn! This chaotic torment tears my mind asunder!