Funny stories

At 16, I swore it was just board games. Then Dave arrived—with snacks, zero judgment, and a suspiciously well-timed boiler inspection.

A twelve-year-old's 'artistic' campfire spirals into a sticky, screaming, sugar-fueled catastrophe — with witnesses, consequences, and lingering trauma involving burnt graham crackers.

When an English teacher sprains her ankle and tries to describe the pain using literary devices, A&E becomes less ER and more *Er—what did she just say?*

Marriage is 20% romance, 30% teamwork, and 50% trying not to laugh when your spouse walks into a glass door — or launches dinner into your water glass.

A chic sunhat, a rogue gust of wind, and a nose that achieved sentience — all before lunch.

At ten years old, I tried to channel my inner Cro-Magnon — and accidentally weaponized a squirrel’s retirement plan.

A Golden Syrian hamster with royal delusions, a red wheel, and zero regard for physics—or human sleep schedules.

Timmy didn’t fail at Halloween—he *evolved*. From sheet-wrapped spook to tax-moaning specter, he achieved peak suburban haunting.

I waved. I jazz-handed. I tiptoed like a ninja burglar. The toilet remained ominously silent—until my elbow betrayed me.

It started with the yogurt. And ended with existential dread, almond milk, and a deeply unimpressed night stocker named Gerald.

He’s eleven months old, speaks fluent mischief, and has already negotiated a non-disclosure agreement with the dog.

She was brilliant, gorgeous, and once turned a kettle into a noodle cannon during finals week.