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Bro, Reindeer are so Whipped by Santa

Santa and reindeer

Dude, I remember when it was me and the reindeer going out every night to the bars, just living it up, crushing brews, and talking to chicks. We were a band of brothers man, and nobody told us what to do.

I No Longer Know Where I End and Timothée Chalamet Begins

It is with a heavy heart I announce that I no longer have any idea where I end and my hero, Timothée Chalamet, begins.

It started so innocently -- I just wanted to dress, look, and behave like everyone’s favorite Oscar-nominated indie god, but I have gone too far. I cannot remember my name, the details of my own life, or any piece of information about who I was before I became a living embodiment of the very soul, personality, and physical being of Mr. Chalamet.

I Gave You So Many Milk Producing Animals and Oats Was Not One of Them

two glasses of milk

I sacrificed my one and only son for YOUR sins, and this is how you repay me??? I let it slide when you started combining pizza and pineapple, and didn’t even mind when Lays created a chicken and waffle flavored chip. In fact, I nearly support chicken fries. But this, this complete mockery of the earth I so lovingly created for you, is where I put my foot down.  

I Fasted for A Month And A Half This Yom Kippur Because I'm a Better Jew Than You, Shira

Smiling Girl in Brown Hat

Yeah, okay, maybe I don’t go to Hillel and I haven’t had Shabbat dinner since I was 12, but I also haven’t eaten since sundown on August 4th so that I can fucking repent. Take that Shira.

So what if I didn’t go to Jewish summer camp? So what if I eat cheeseburgers on a weekly basis? I have spent the last week in a hospital taking in nutrients from an IV because God commands us to fast so that we can focus on our sins. Nobody focuses like I do, Shira. One day of fasting does not a devout Jew make. Try 45, you harpy. 

If Spiders Crawl into Our Mouths While We Sleep, How Many Elephants Have Crawled into My Mouth?

By a zookeeper

I was reading up on animals the other day, as I do. And I learned that, statistically speaking, you are always within three feet of a spider, and at least eight spiders will crawl into your mouth while you sleep over the course of your lifetime.

That's pretty weird, but none of it bothered me too much. How much harm can a spider do, you know? Then I got to thinking: If eight spiders crawl into your mouth, how many other animals have poked around in there as well?

Interview Tip from God: How to Answer “What's Your Greatest Weakness?”

By the Heavenly Father
Earthling, we’ve all been there. You show up to a job interview, dressed in your Sabbath best. You’re ready to talk about your accomplishments: turning ribs into women, letting there be light, helping your son defy death…the usual stuff. Then the interviewer hits you with the one prompt that could stump even an omniscient deity: “What's your greatest weakness?”

My CS Partner Is a Literal Leech

leech attached to man on computer

By a CS student

I've never minded group projects. Everybody always complains about them, but I've usually found them to be pretty tolerable. Sometimes sharing the workload with a partner makes the project easier, you know?

But every now and then, I get a partner who does absolutely nothing and benefits from all of the work that I do. When I'm unlucky, my partner will take and take from me and give me nothing in return.

I'm Back, Bitches

Prisoner's Dilemma

By the Prisoner's Dilemma

I'm baaaaaaaaack! Did you miss me? Oh. What? I'm everywhere? No way! I'm glad you're thinking of me. 

You really thought you had seen the last of me? Joke's on you! Fat chance. Ec 10 was just the beginning, baby. 

You dare try to avoid me by taking a science class? Oh honey, I'm in Primate Social Behavior. SLS 20? I'm there. Ec 1661? I'm there, too. Your Aesthetic and Interpretative Understanding class on the Bible? Bitch, please. You think that God didn't ever wonder if the devil had incentive to cheat?

Great Britain Is GREAT, and Your American Lipton Tea Makes Me Want to Wipe My Arse With the Constitution

By a Brit in America

Listen here, Yanks. My entire identity is defined by the fact that I’m from GREAT Britain, and there is nothing you or your star-spangled buddies can do to force me to adopt your red, white, and blue Americanisms.

Let's Get This Party Popping

Hello there. You seem a little down. I know it can be disappointing when none of your friends show up to your birthday party. But never fear, buddy. It's not you. You see, the problem's that this party isn't popping enough. Chips, really? Your snack offerings leave a lot to be desired. 

I know just the thing you need, pal, the thing that will bring all of your friends to the party guaranteed. You need to get this party popping, and there is no better way to do so than Orville Redenbacher's Original Popcorn™.