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How it All Began It didn't start with a supply chain meltdown or a secret government memo declaring "flush twice, hoard thrice." No, it was far more gloriously absurd: a perfect storm of human psychology gone rogue, amplified by the internet's greatest hits and a fear of poopy bottoms. It all kicked off in late February when whispers of a mysterious virus from afar turned into full-blown headlines. People weren't just scared of getting sick, they were terrified of the unknown

Stay out of the kitchen  — and by kitchen I mean other people’s drama. Step in too early and everything goes pop-up, gets smashed, and everyone blames you. The third shot drop is basically therapy  — You have to let go of the desperate urge to smash everything right away. Life works the same way: rush in with aggression and you’re just handing your opponent (or your therapist) an easy put-away. Dinking is 90% of adult conversation  — Tiny, soft, infuriatingly polite exchanges

In the quiet depths of spiritual traditions, from Zen Buddhism to modern mysticism, there's a recurring theme: the moment of true awakening often erupts not in solemn silence, but in laughter. This isn't the punchline-driven chuckle of a comedy show or the nervous giggle of embarrassment. It's a profound, belly-deep response to the sheer absurdity of our existence, a recognition that the grand search for meaning was, all along, a magnificent cosmic joke. As we peel back the l

I’ve been asked more than once, how can I write about spirituality, enlightenment and truth yet also write humorous, tawdry, rude and potential offensive stories as well and that’s a great question. Having gone through the dark journey of selfhood, searching for meaning and dealing with the big questions I’ve arrived at an understanding of the fundamental nature of our existence. There are no answers, it just is. There is no overriding goal or purpose other than to play a par

A light-hearted guide to laughing at the absurdity of it all. I mean what else can you do? Let’s be honest: life is objectively ridiculous, makes no sense, the great mystery, how else could it be described? You spend the first quarter of it learning how to walk and not poop your pants, the middle half chasing money so you can pay strangers to fix the things you bought with that money, and the final stretch trying to remember where you left your glasses, complaining about your

Meet Doug "Dinkmaster" Thompson, a 42-year-old accountant who swears pickleball is just a game . "Obsession? Pfft," he'd scoff, while etching his latest serve stats into the family fridge with a Sharpie. "It's a lifestyle choice, like breathing, but with paddles!" It started innocently enough. Doug's friends noticed when he showed up to poker night with a neon-green paddle strapped to his back like a samurai sword. "Guys, check this out!" he'd beam, slamming a bag of mini-don