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Don’t You Hate It When He’s Right?

, , , , , , , , , | Related | February 16, 2025

When my son was three, I made him really angry by making him put away his toys and get ready for bed. He WANTED to cuss at me, but he lacked the vocabulary, so he dug down deep into his p*ssed off wee soul, looked me dead in the eye, and came out with:

Son: “Mommy, you not nice! You a triangle!

Confused, I look over to my husband.

Husband: “He stepped on one of his triangle toy pieces yesterday, and it hurt. I guess he’s associating you with something unpleasant and painful.”

Me: “Thanks for the explanation; I was being obtuse.”

Husband: “You have to admit, it’s acute!”

Me: *Silent*

Husband: “You’re trying to think of a pun involving isosceles triangles, aren’t you?”

A Brief Manifesto On Parties Of All Kinds

, , , , , , , , | Working | February 14, 2025

Coworker #1: “Hey, [Coworker #2], shall I put you down for a plus-one for the office party?”

Coworker #2: “No, we broke up.”

Coworker #1: “Oh, really?! But you were going so steady!”

Coworker #2: “Yeah, but she was way too into Marx, and Stalin, and taking down the capitalist state. I wanted to just chill and have fun, but she was all…” *Struggles to find the right word*

Coworker #1: “…Communist. The word you’re looking for is ‘communist’.”

Coworker #2: “…Yeah.”

[Coworker #1] starts cracking up.

Coworker #2: “Hey! It’s not funny. I liked her.”

Coworker #1: “I know! I’m sorry, but I can’t help but wonder… how you didn’t see all those red flags!”

You Butter Back Off, Pal

, , , , , | Right | January 27, 2025

It has been a very long workday due to a sale. I’ve served hundreds of customers and it’s nearing the end of my shift. I am checking out a customer’s groceries and I hand him the bread rolls.

Customer: *As he bags his bread rolls.* “Let’s roll!”

He catches the corner of my mouth rise a little bit.

Customer: *As he bags his penne pasta.* “Penne for your thoughts?”

I full smile at that one.

Customer: *As he bags his lettuce.* “Please Romaine calm!”

I actually chuckle. Both of us are smiling. The next customer in line makes a big show of groaning and rolls his eyes.

Other Customer: “Stop trying to get a rise out of someone with these tedious jokes! It makes you look like a jerk!”

Customer: “Chill, dude, I was just having some fun.”

Other Customer: “Look at her! She’s exhausted and she’s just being polite! She doesn’t wanna hear your stupid dad jokes!”

Me: “Actually, sir, I found them, quite funny. I understand humor is subjective but since the jokes were intended for me and I laughed, I’d say your take on the situation is wrong.”

Other Customer: “They’re lame a** jokes and they’re annoying!”

Me: “Then I look forward to serving you in complete silence when it’s your turn.”

The other customer stands there, looking sour. My customer finishes and pays, and as he’s bagging his final item, a pack of six cupcakes, he turns to the other customer and says to him:

Customer: “Cake it easy, dude!”

I laugh again.

Other Customer: “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!”

I continue the transaction in silence, my smile p***ing him off even more. Yes it had been a long shift, and I understand some customers and their humor can be grating in such circumstances, but I feel like that customer tested the water with a little joke first, and only continued when he (rightfully so) saw that I was enjoying it.

Seriously, people, if you don’t like the joke and you’re not part of the joke, shut up!

We’ve Bin Giggling About This For Hours

, , , , , , , , , | Right | January 7, 2025

We all know how checkpoints work: you put your stuff in these plastic tubs, they go on the conveyor belt and go through the scanner, security checks you out, you get your tub(s) back, and you find a place to sit down and put your stuff back on.

I’m at the final sit-down spot, and one of the TSA agents is gathering up the abandoned plastic tubs in stacks to recycle back to the front of the line.

Me: “Hey, man, don’t carry too many of those things at once!”

Agent: “Why not?”

Me: “Because you’d be bin laden!

The dude stopped, thought about it, and then groaned.

And that’s how I got away with telling a terrorism joke to a TSA agent.

It’s Not About The Size Of The Pen, It’s About The Story You Write With It

, , , , , , , , , | Healthy | January 3, 2025

My father is undergoing physical therapy for a shoulder injury. They gave him an injection in his shoulder, and he started describing how big the syringe was and how big the needle was.

Father: “It was the size of a BIC pen!”

I cut in.

Me: “Well, all guys exaggerate how big the pr*ck is.”

He started belly-laughing at that and agreed with that statement.