Tag Humor

Cats or Dogs?

Having a pet can be a challenge, especially with an active lifestyle. A person who decides to own a pet usually settles on a cat or a dog, becoming a “cat person” or a “dog person.” A common social belief is that pet ownership is divided into these factions, which are not to be crossed over. Once the path is chosen, rarely does a person change. But how many are

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What Would Thoreau Do?

Droppings! Telltale evidence leaves no doubt. I have a mouse in the garage. I refuse to say “mice” as the thought of more than one of the furry creatures inhabiting secret corners, freaks me out. I coexist fine with spiders and snakes. Only a mouse can make me stand on a chair and scream. Fear grips me, but why? Living in Colorado, I’ve heard of Hantavirus. Carried by large-eared, storybook-looking

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Share this Article (Unless You’re Afraid of Being Shamed Online)

People share things they care about on social media all the time. Sure, it can be annoying, and let’s face it, people can sometimes come across as a bit one-note. This is what having an online presence means, participating in a marketplace of rich ideas, immersing oneself in a vibrant exchange of information vital to a healthy society. There’s a bit of everything out there. One guy, for example, likes to

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2018: The World According to Google

Here’s what aliens probably look like: Trump Defends His Mental Capacity, Calling Himself a ‘Genius’ It’s so hot in Australia that bats’ brains are frying ‘This place is a shithole’ projected onto Trump hotel, with emojis Memphis Megachurch Pastor Andy Savage Admits to Sexually Assaulting Teen in Past, Says He Repented Immediately He ate raw fish almost every day — until a 5-foot-long tapeworm slithered out of his body Pet

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The Fifth Dentist

Sliding into the reclining chair, I notice Animal Planet on the ceiling-mounted television. Some man wielding a tranquilizer gun has taken down an Alaskan bull moose. I’m almost drawn in, but the hygienist, garbed in germless gloves and goggles politely requests I open wide so she can descend down my masticating mineshaft to scrape, sandblast, scour, excavate, and eradicate. “How often do you floss?” she asks. “Ahri hay,” I mutter

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