Nobody asked for this. Literally zero people on this entire spinning rock woke up today and thought “finally, someone needs to expose the mime industrial complex.” That thought occurred to no one. And yet here we are. It’s some ungodly hour of the morning, the coffee gave up on doing its job ages ago, and…
Okay. Sit down. This is an intervention and you’re not going to like it. Six months ago you walked into that church basement thinking “this’ll be cute, little Wednesday night activity, win some grocery money, chat with the ladies, home by nine.” Just a quirky wholesome thing to do. A personality garnish. Now you own…
Okay so. This is happening. You’re reading this because somewhere, deep in your gut (next to all that questionable Taco Bell), you already know the truth. You just need someone else to say it out loud. Your wife is a bean burrito. Not like, metaphorically. She’s an actual bean burrito that somehow passed a background…
Your hair gel’s dead. That pomade you bought from the guy with the handlebar mustache? Empty. The “sculpting putty” that cost more than your weekly groceries? Gone. There’s lard in your fridge though. And honestly? That’s all you need. Lard Is Just Hair Gel That You Can Also Fry Chicken With Every single hair product…
Someone just microwaved fish in the office. At 8:47 AM. This isn’t just a smell anymore – it’s an entity. It has consciousness. Pretty sure it just filed a W-2. And you? You’re standing there calculating whether “assault with a deadly halibut” is an actual charge while Derek from accounting cheerfully eats his breakfast like…
Alright. Let’s get one thing straight. That macramé plant holder you made last Christmas? The one that looked like a drunk spider’s web? Your sister still has nightmares about it. And that “rustic” picture frame held together by what can only be described as an ungodly amount of hot glue and false hope? It’s currently…
