Wonko, a subsidiary of Natural Selection’s Been Slacking (NSBS), introduces its brand-new line of Weapons of Mass Vaccination (WMVs).
A man meets a stranger in the park who has unusual powers.
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Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
When I decide to go to hear Handel’s Messiah in London
at the composer’s parish church, my husband says
he’d rather see a Thai horror movie, so we plan to meet later
at our favorite Moroccan lair
Fold the keffiyeh in a triangle, lift it to your face, lift your arms about your head holding the ends of the longest edge, then wrap it so the triangle covers your face, tie the long ends together behind your head, letting the patterns drape over your shoulders.
I the stubbornness that brooks no argument,
I the prayer, I the lover, I the blessing and the curse,
I the question, I the answer,
Today in Heaven,
my father turned 105.
Finally working steady daylight
We don’t recognize our own country,
and our words don’t carry more than ten feet,
but the snippets that can still be made out
are all about the Emperor Felonius.
We salute the supremely ironic sale of Alex Jones’ vicious Infowars – now bankrupt thanks to the $1.4 billion he owes Sandy Hook families for claiming the massacre of their children was a hoax – to the satirical wise-acres of The Onion, working with those families.
Like many born in the years after World War Two, I spent a portion of my childhood watching Disney cartoons on television and in the movie theater. One thrilling aspect … Continue reading →
Who can remember all the selves stuffed into the miraculous
sack of skin?
Because things can always get weirder, the newest statue on the National Mall features a faux-bronze turd sitting on Nancy Pelosi’s desk
He really was short.
He’d get on a box and disappear under the hood
and jump down half an hour later,
grinning and wiping his hands on a rag,
and ask me about school.