The workplace fridge is one of the most disgusting sites on earth. The smell that emanates from it is enough to make dogs tuck tail and run. I suspect the image many of us have of Hell as molten rock and fire is way off base. Hell is a giant workplace fridge you can never escape from.
Archive for ‘February, 2012’
What if the Bible stories are all actually true, but simply have minor factual errors? Like it was a bear in the Garden of Eden, or a giraffe that swallowed Noah? There’s a market out there for an alternate-reality Bible. That should suffice in angering everyone who reads it.
I actually see this go on a lot among college students. Female students complain their boyfriends are only interested in playing video games when they come over. Some might see that as a choice, but I think far more often they’re simply oblivious. That’s fine as long as they’re happy being oblivious.
Really, this comic is nothing against the Higher Learning Commission. They’re one of those organizations that strike fear into the hearts of those above my pay grade. No, it’s much more about the incredibly rising prices in higher education. Trust me, it isn’t simply an issue of greed (though greed is always there in some form).
Running a college is super expensive, and what students expect on campus is super expensive. Fancy dorms, fine dining in the dining hall, and state-of-the-art sports facilities all cost money. Is there a breaking point? Sure. I simply have no idea when we’ll hit it. I’d bet on sooner rather than later, however.
There really is a notable lack of quality ninja literature. This should be a concern in more English departments. I should bring this up more often.
Mock climate change deniers, mention God, and make everyone angry all in one strip! Seriously, there are simply some truths that are bewildering to see people still in denial over. The recent backlash against birth control is so strange. Unless you’re a family of twenty with your own reality show, pretty much every family in America uses birth control. This shouldn’t even be a debate.
Of course, there’s nothing really funny about someone’s life spiraling out of control simply because of one day, but it is funny how much pressure we put on a single day. I’ve known people who would be depressed for a week about Valentine’s Day seeing it as some huge symbol of their failure in life up until that point, and those people were usually nine.
It’s just one day. It carries no more real significance than any other.
So, your silly English teacher wants you to learn poetry, huh? Let’s be honest, you might be more interested in sonnets and sestinas if these poets were more liberal with their Xs and Os. Considering they’re not, and many of the ones you’re assigned are long dead and unable to adapt their work for you, perhaps there is another way to appreciate the wordsmiths?
Let’s take William Blake’s “The Lamb” as an example. It’s a poem commonly taught in high school and the introductory level in college. It hails from Blake’s Songs of Innocence, a book of poetry that is the companion piece to his Songs of Experience. The commonly accepted interpretation is that the poem is about God, as explained to a lamb by a little boy. Here’s the poem. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
If you watch too many sitcoms you’d start to think this was a persistent problem in dating. Maybe it is in some places. I think if you feel the need to discuss it as a problem too often, maybe you need to change your approach to dating.
The following article is meant solely for entertainment purposes. We do not offer any sort of guarantee along with the advice provided. Use at your own risk. And by risk, we mean getting slapped or having the cops called on you. Both seem likely.
Step 1: Getting the girl
Where are all the girls?
Look, it isn’t that girls don’t play video games or read comic books; it’s just that they don’t do so in disproportionately rabid numbers. So your local comic shop or GameStop is probably not the place to begin your hunt.
So where should I look?
Where do girls congregate?
Stop it. That’s just creepy.
The makeup counter at Macy’s?
Do you loiter around Marines while they apply their facial camouflage? Nope? Probably impractical here, as well. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…