This Church Service Would Be Way Better If the Youth Band Drummer Got into It More
Leadeth these people past the still waters and into a heavenly double-time breakdown. Let the angels proclaim the glory of that sick beat.
Tag: Satire
Superintendant Declare’s English Most Less Important School Subject
The Supernentendent said theirs lots too think about but its a clear choice to remove English if they will remove a class
Introducing the Blowharder: the Loudest, Biggest, Baddest, Most Polluting Leaf Blower Ever Made!
Get a jump on fall by stripping the leaves off trees in August. Dry your car in nanoseconds. Demolish political lawn signs from hundreds of yards away.
I Know Times Are Tough, So I’m Generously Reducing the Rent for the Crawlspace Under My House
Ope, watch your head there. Cam likes to go in feet-first, but I prefer lying on my side and sliding in with my hands like a walrus.
The Last Guide You’ll Ever Need to Land Your Dream Job
Research Potential Employers: Wait outside businesses and take notes on everyone’s facial expressions and demeanor as they leave for the day.
A Critic Reviews New York City’s Film Performances
"Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan" provides New York City with little to do than look menacing and overly grimy.
Advice for Dealing with the Stranger (Nicolas Cage?) Living in Your Walls
Install a shower in there so he’s not hogging your family’s only bathroom while you sleep. His hair is always getting clogged in the drain.
Opening Monologues from Rod Serling’s Acclaimed Sci-Fi Series, “Midwestern Spring”
Meet amateur fitness enthusiast Mr. David McClure. An impatient and hasty individual who’s convinced himself that winter clothing is no longer a requisite for his morning jog.
Nathaniel Hale Has Some Additional Regrets, Actually
I regret that I have but one chance to offer a high five to the executioner while I’m on the gallows and then say, "Hey, don’t leave me hanging!"
My Excuse for Living Under a Rock? I’m a Pillbug.
I'm pre-approved for a dozen credit cards, but good luck getting to Wells Fargo without being eaten by robins.
‘Tis True Friar Lawrence Be Mired in the Deaths of Many a Verona Youth, Yet, Verily, I Am Fond of His Herbal Teas
’Tis not with ease’d mind that I imbibe of the Friar’s herbaceous blends, be it “Rosaline’s Unrequited Rosehip” or “Zounds! This Lemon Zingeth!”
How About Leaving Some Milk and Cookies Out for Me, the Easter Bunny?
It's me, the least popular character to break into your home and leave stuff in the name of celebration. Let me lay it out for you.