Humor: Strangers 9 Articles

by Jessica Callender

Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but when it comes down to one or the other, I choose the one thats the least painful. There was one day I didn't feel like laughing, but I didn't feel like crying either, so...read more

by Michael Stone

Oh yeah! Take That! The neighbor's next door's stereo is too loud argument has been going on for years. It probably began when Ug banged his rocks together too loudly and upset Gok in the next door Condo-Cave, but I d...read more

by Sonia Ordoyne

Wake up this morning at 3:30 am because someone likes to let their fingers do the walking and unfortunately those fingers aren't walking through the right place. I jump off the sofa - since that's where I've been sleep...read more

by Darian Jamieson

Living among strangers in a big city is a most enjoyable type of life. Usually only a few of them may turn out to be the mass murdering early morning lawn-mowing types. Some of them keep yappy dogs too, and may occasionall...read more

by Joyce Menyasz

Six Degrees of Hey, I Know You!' Nobody is really a stranger. I don't know how many of you have heard that phrase, Six degrees of Kevin Bacon'. Nobody? Okay, so I will explain:- The game is based on a variation of the ...read more

by James Joyce

You want to talk strangers? Lets try talking about the kids of today and the kids your kids bring home. Unfortunately they all want to hang out here. Why, after 5 minutes in your home, is it all of a sudden their home to...read more

by Christina Ramirez

Procrastination. I have been listening to Anthony Robbins for the past 6 months now and I can not seem to "get it." Perhaps this is the most glaring of my character defects. Anthony Robbins states that we procrastin...read more

by David A. Singhiser

"Ha! She's just my type and I'm gonna have some fun with her too." That was all I remember thinking. She was cute. Maybe around twenty - twenty-five. I don't know. One of those blond haole girls from the mainland. They wa...read more

by Jim Cort

THE GROUCHO TREATMENT The gentleman on the sofa was introduced to me as Mr. Beakerson. "I'm pleased to meet you," I said, extending my hand. He twiddled an imaginary cigar in his fingers...read more