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Plain Pasta, Part 2
I met Kira at the entrance of the 12-story building where the Italian rented his apartment and went up to the sixth floor. The building itself was notable — one of the few high-rises in central Bishkek built from an individual design rather than a standard Soviet brutalist blueprint. For those of us raised in cramped five-story blocks and Khrushchev-era apartments for the proletariat, it was intriguing just to see the inside. “At least for that reason, the evening won’t be wasted,” I decided.
By Lana V Lynx26 days ago in Humor
Plain Pasta, Part 1
Author's Note: I wrote this story first in Russian, for the friend who is mentioned in it. Real names are changed, but everything else is true to the best of my recollection.
By Lana V Lynx26 days ago in Humor
An Unnecessary Announcement from L.B. about the Perils of A.I. Picture Generation
⚡I am loathe to admit it but this is not exactly comedy. I do realize I'm here in the Humor Community and I promise, this is basically a preview for epic hilarity.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡28 days ago in Humor
The Lie of Rich Corinthian Leather (And Other Things We Believed Because a Man With an Accent Said Them)
There was a time when a man could look into a camera, gently stroke a car seat, and convince an entire nation that luxury had a birthplace. That place was Corinth… Or so we were told.
By The Pompous Post28 days ago in Humor
The Golden Truth
If you’ve been following my life, you know it’s a riveting saga of watching grass grow and organizing my sock drawer by thread count. Because my reality is so staggeringly uneventful, I tend to overthink the things most people ignore. While the rest of the world is worried about the economy or space travel, I sat down, stared at my phone, and asked the hard-hitting question: "Why are smileys yellow?"
By Richard Weberabout a month ago in Humor
My life is a Joke
Chapter 2: The Art of Hiding Things From Myself Some people lose things. And then there's me: the genius who hides everything so well... that even / can't find it again.
By Lydia martinezabout a month ago in Humor
The Weakest Animal Who Ruled the Jungle for One Night
The Weakest Animal Who Ruled the Jungle for One Night The jungle of Surajvan was a land of rules—unspoken yet strictly followed. Strength ruled everything. The strongest hunted first, drank first, spoke loudest, and decided the fate of others. At the top of this hierarchy sat Veeraj, the mighty lion, whose roar echoed through the forest like thunder. No animal dared question him. But one night, fate played a trick no one could have imagined. That evening, the jungle gathered near the Moonstone Clearing for the annual Council of Beasts, a rare event where even the strongest predators agreed to discuss matters peacefully. Veeraj was supposed to preside over the council and declare the jungle’s laws for the coming year. But Veeraj never arrived. Whispers spread. Owls fluttered nervously. Deer stamped the ground in fear. Without the lion, no decision could be made. According to ancient jungle tradition, if the king failed to appear, the first creature to step into the Moonstone Circle at dawn would rule the jungle for one night—until the sun rose again. Everyone assumed some powerful beast would claim the circle at first light. No one expected Kiko. Kiko was a tiny tree mouse—so small that even ants barely noticed him. His legs were thin, his voice soft, and his body so fragile that a falling leaf could scare him. He lived quietly beneath the roots of an old banyan tree, surviving on seeds and crumbs left behind by larger animals. That morning, as Kiko ventured out to gather food before predators awoke, he accidentally wandered into the Moonstone Circle. The moment his paw touched the glowing stone, a sudden hush fell over the jungle. The elders gasped. “The law…” whispered the owl. “The tradition…” murmured the elephant. By ancient rule, Kiko had become King of the Jungle—for one night. Laughter erupted. A hyena rolled on the ground. A leopard smirked. Even the monkeys clutched their bellies in disbelief. “A mouse? A king?” sneered the tiger. “This must be a joke.” Kiko trembled. His whiskers shook. He wanted to run, to hide, to disappear beneath the roots again. But the Moonstone glowed brighter, binding the law. The owl spoke gently, “You may rule until sunrise tomorrow.” Kiko swallowed hard. “I… I don’t want to rule,” he said softly. “But you must,” the owl replied. That night, the jungle expected chaos—or worse, entertainment. Instead, something unexpected happened. Kiko did not roar. He did not threaten. He did not demand obedience. He called for a meeting. “Anyone who wishes to speak,” he said quietly, “may speak without fear tonight.” The predators scoffed—but the smaller animals hesitated, then slowly stepped forward. A rabbit spoke of living in constant terror. A peacock spoke of losing his nest to careless stampedes. A tortoise spoke of cracked shells from being ignored on paths. No king had ever listened before. When the tiger complained that hunting had become harder, Kiko nodded. “When prey lives in fear,” he said, “they hide. Hunger grows on both sides.” The jungle grew silent. Kiko made his first decree—not a command, but a request. “For one night,” he said, “no one will hunt. No one will roar. No one will harm another. Let us rest.” The predators protested. But tradition bound them. That night, something magical happened. For the first time in generations, the jungle slept peacefully. Birds nested without panic. Small animals walked openly beneath the moon. Even predators felt something unfamiliar—calm. Kiko spent the night walking through the jungle, helping quietly. He guided lost cubs home. He helped an injured deer find water. He asked the elephants to move fallen trees blocking smaller paths. No force. No fear. Just kindness. By dawn, the jungle felt… lighter. When the sun rose, Veeraj the lion finally returned. He had fallen into a ravine the previous night and barely escaped. He approached the Moonstone Circle, ready to reclaim his throne. But something stopped him. The jungle did not bow. They stood together—predators and prey alike. The owl spoke. “Great Veeraj, the mouse ruled last night.” Veeraj laughed. “A mouse?” Then he looked around. No fear in their eyes. No trembling. No silence. “What did you do?” Veeraj growled at Kiko. Kiko bowed. “Nothing, my king. I only listened.” Veeraj stared at the tiny creature. For the first time, he felt something unfamiliar—unease. The elephant stepped forward. “Strength ruled us for years,” he said. “But one night of kindness changed us.” The tiger lowered his head. The leopard looked away. Even the hyena was silent. Veeraj said nothing. After a long pause, he turned and walked back into the forest. From that day on, the jungle changed. Veeraj still ruled—but he roared less. Hunting followed balance. Meetings allowed voices of the weak. And beneath the banyan tree, Kiko returned to his quiet life. But whenever the jungle faced conflict, the elders would say: “Remember the night a mouse ruled us all.” Because the weakest animal taught the strongest truth: Power can rule the jungle—but kindness can change it forever.
By Talhakhanabout a month ago in Humor
Rest Area Bathrooms Should Be Classified as Crime Scenes...
There are places all over America where the law feels… optional. Back alleys, internet comment sections, and rest area bathrooms. Mostly rest area bathrooms.
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
Criminals Hit With New HR Policy Updates, Effective Immediately
Attention Criminals It has recently come to our attention through numerous complaints that several people have not upheld our criminal code of conduct. At CrimesRUs, our success depends on the collective performance of our team members. This requires each criminal to perform his or her duties to a capacity above and beyond expectations.
By Criminal Mattersabout a month ago in Humor
My life is a Joke
Chapter 1: The day Started cold... and Went Wrong Immediately The day I woke up with a cold that wasn't normal. Not the "oh, how refreshing" kind of cold. No. This was the kind of cold that makes you question your life choices, your priorities, and every bad decision you've made since birth.
By Lydia martinezabout a month ago in Humor
America’s Untapped Energy Crisis May Be Closer Than We Think...
For decades, policymakers, scientists, and think tanks alike have searched desperately for a clean, renewable, domestic energy source. One capable of freeing the nation from its dependence on fossil fuels. Solar has promise. Wind has potential. Nuclear remains controversial.
By The Pompous Postabout a month ago in Humor
When Humor Isn’t Funny:
Most people assume humor is a universal language. They treat comedy as a default setting—something everyone should enjoy, understand, and participate in without effort. But some adults experience the opposite reaction. They sit in rooms full of laughter and feel nothing. Comedy clubs, sitcoms, improv, slapstick, exaggerated characters, “funny faces,” absurd dialogue, and manufactured chaos all fall flat.
By Dr. Mozelle Martinabout a month ago in Humor