So you’ve got a prosthetic leg. And you’re just… walking on it? Like some kind of pedestrian? (Pun absolutely intended.) Meanwhile everyone at parties is doing the same recycled garbage – showing their double-jointed thumb, pretending they know card tricks, telling that one story about that one time in Cabo. Boring. Played out. Done to…
So you and your partner got caught doing crimes together. How romantic! Nothing says “till death do us part” quite like “till the feds do us part” but here you are, still together, just with matching ankle accessories that beep when you try to get the mail. Your vacation radius? 47 feet from the front…
Disclaimer: This is satire. If you actually do this, you deserve whatever kitchen appliance gets embedded in your skull. You googled this. You sat down at your computer, presumably sober, and typed these words in this order. Somewhere, a marriage counselor just felt a chill run down their spine and doesn’t know why. No. Just……
Walking to get food? What is this, the Renaissance? Humanity spent millions of years evolving opposable thumbs just so we could perfect their ultimate purpose: frantically tapping “order again” at 2 AM while wrapped in a blanket burrito of our own making. We’re not using delivery apps. They’re using us. And we’re into it. The…
That piece of paper taped to your door? The one written in legal gibberish that basically translates to “pack your crap, you’re done here”? Yeah, that’s not exactly a hallmark moment. Look, nobody dreams of getting an eviction notice. It’s not on anyone’s vision board next to “travel more” and “learn pottery.” But here’s the…
Alright, you magnificent lunatic. So you woke up one day and decided that limbs are for quitters? That the entire Department of Motor Vehicles can go pound sand with their “requirements”? That you’re gonna operate a motor vehicle using nothing but determination and whatever body parts still report for duty? Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Cars Were…